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My sleep burrows me a chain of monochromatic rooms that jangles in the day and recalls a samey drone |
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Day has drawn out from the night what's been lacking in its wage reviving eyes that choked the light with no extraction for the page |
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I can not seem to remember my dreams lately |
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If the moon defines the night and illuminates without direction could the obscured that steered my life illuminate its intervention? |
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I fought so long for an explanation planting the seeds that took root in my mind explaining into dust what was a lucid situation |
