stalking me in my sleep from another perspective

[romolio]

I've been to all those seas and galleries and run my fingers over those stitches and said to my friends that the same people were hot and it happened here in real life, there in a dream, but it happened here first, and that lacks the immediate comfort of synchronicity, it's just a spectre flowing in my shadows, drawing my eyes from the lunging

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this makes me think of: 'dress rehearsal rag'

[roofwalking]

sans most of the melodrama, at least