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She was a fiction of his imagination and when she beckoned he would step out sleepwalking Destined for a fall but not before she vanished in the waking hours And then appeared after the sun before the moon to catch him as they lay down beneath a blanket of stars
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
Sleepwalker
She was a fiction of his imagination and when she beckoned he would step out sleepwalking Destined for a fall but not before she vanished in the waking hours And then appeared after the sun before the moon to catch him as they lay down beneath a blanket of stars
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
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