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[___secondbest]

11:11 and I’m sewing dream-catchers from the torn stitches of my past,

Sleeping soundly in desires behind improvised eyes,

Fearing of waking to find myself roaming,

Deported from idealism and cast on the foreign shores of veracity

and all that I am is embedded in morning,

all that I can become is mapped out before unlocked eyes

but I’m dormant and

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[songforafriend3]

that's reeeally good. did you write it?

[___secondbest]

yeah. thank you =)