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As the night collapsed into a day I appeared walking Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two have passed, yet on that day I stumbled upon you flying. Is it wrong to miss you still? As the distance lessens and our glances bitten Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two have stopped only to confirm recognition. Oh you seem different but is that just regret? As your teeth remain hidden and your lips soft and tender Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two are shoved closer, and my smile widens. Is it craving for you being upset? As the room for steps emptied our faces show antagonism Mind taking over and thoughts go under They parted their awkward moment, my shock lingers. Oh near miss, was I the only one craving for that kiss? As you tell me of the fruiting body of that friend I send warm breaths into your depth Mind taking over and thoughts go under They disappeared again or rather stayed the same. Is your face inside my back, sweet rain? As the day brought back the night I appeared sighing Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two are still ajar and distant, until a day where I will find you lying with me.
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Yes it is.
As the night collapsed into a day I appeared walking Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two have passed, yet on that day I stumbled upon you flying. Is it wrong to miss you still? As the distance lessens and our glances bitten Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two have stopped only to confirm recognition. Oh you seem different but is that just regret? As your teeth remain hidden and your lips soft and tender Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two are shoved closer, and my smile widens. Is it craving for you being upset? As the room for steps emptied our faces show antagonism Mind taking over and thoughts go under They parted their awkward moment, my shock lingers. Oh near miss, was I the only one craving for that kiss? As you tell me of the fruiting body of that friend I send warm breaths into your depth Mind taking over and thoughts go under They disappeared again or rather stayed the same. Is your face inside my back, sweet rain? As the day brought back the night I appeared sighing Mind taking over and thoughts go under The two are still ajar and distant, until a day where I will find you lying with me.
#dreams#memory
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oleg-snapirsky
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
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