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His chest moves upwards then inwards as a man would wave from left to right, when every breath he borrows from the atmosphere is returned back to where it once came from. His mind presents itself as a knot to untie rather than a melody to twirl to, And perhaps, this is why he snores asleep. Every ten minutes : A Thunder striking for a second or two. He resembles a glass of water in which the liquid seems clear though present, eventually evaporating as the tasks he ticks of the lists every time his eyes wake from the dilemma of justice in a city degrading the artists and the painters, the poets and the dreamers, the physicists and the biologists, whilst praising corporations handing titles to women as inert particles flying off a boiling *** and men, as the controllers in a virtual video game, He wasn't dreaming.
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Entering REM
His chest moves upwards then inwards as a man would wave from left to right, when every breath he borrows from the atmosphere is returned back to where it once came from. His mind presents itself as a knot to untie rather than a melody to twirl to, And perhaps, this is why he snores asleep. Every ten minutes : A Thunder striking for a second or two. He resembles a glass of water in which the liquid seems clear though present, eventually evaporating as the tasks he ticks of the lists every time his eyes wake from the dilemma of justice in a city degrading the artists and the painters, the poets and the dreamers, the physicists and the biologists, whilst praising corporations handing titles to women as inert particles flying off a boiling *** and men, as the controllers in a virtual video game, He wasn't dreaming.
I wrote this months ago when my grandpah died.
sanaa
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Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
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