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Im getting tired of dreaming about you; But if it stopped I would Beg God Or the Devil himself to bring your face Back to my subconscious Your warm And angsty vibration Rippling into mine Counteracting each other Into blissful comfort The synaptic lightning bolts Flushing my cheek As we dance upon Mid summers nightmares Pushed and pulled Into Particles and Millions of emotions Your deep eyes capture The essence of these Cascading Visions Your smell Permeates the pillow Until REM is Suddenly shocked into Reality By the Beeping The buzzing and humming Of reality Cold Radiates through my veins My grade A ****** The last drop Escapes back Into the subconscious I curse your visits And yearn for one more
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
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Im getting tired of dreaming about you; But if it stopped I would Beg God Or the Devil himself to bring your face Back to my subconscious Your warm And angsty vibration Rippling into mine Counteracting each other Into blissful comfort The synaptic lightning bolts Flushing my cheek As we dance upon Mid summers nightmares Pushed and pulled Into Particles and Millions of emotions Your deep eyes capture The essence of these Cascading Visions Your smell Permeates the pillow Until REM is Suddenly shocked into Reality By the Beeping The buzzing and humming Of reality Cold Radiates through my veins My grade A ****** The last drop Escapes back Into the subconscious I curse your visits And yearn for one more
Keep having lucid dreams of the lost love that never was
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
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