a piece by devan
and again in this abandoned relapse of a dream it came, it haunted, and i knew that nothing would ever be real again. like a mother battling for the freedom of her unborn child, i was awoken covered in a sweet tasting sweat wishing for the immortality of my slumber. all these lines are smudged and ruined and no painting of mine
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she wrote that about me.
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