whispers
denounced
drenched in blue tips dipped in noir desir
their resonance so clear
transparent
texture doku
uncalled reality
fake reality
forgetfulness
dreamstate
hazy state
dreamscape
unattachment?
hope
intuitive
sharp
the truth
tension
its the dream-
a perpetual alienated stroll
the mist of my uncalled reality
captivate.
hope
for my being
me
tobe?
horror
cry.
the tears bleed through my lips
unfaithfullness in my dreamscape
weighs down heavy.
taste of the salty water filled up every hole- pore
NO ExIT - we r stuck -
the tasty- delicious darkness-
ileft a curious child behind
with the the tasty- delicious darkness-
its a myth.
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