Where has all the creativity gone?
Away like the moon and the stars.
Open thine eyes you foolish gal, for they are still there.
My eyes are closed like little sewn bags lost in a pile of purses.
And yet I lay my head on my forearms and enjoy the light breathing from my nostrils.
Sleep deep sweet dreams of la la land.
I go to thee for now.
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