Slowly,
Gently,
From what you call sanity...
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Lost in undefined feelings,
Eyelashes fall,
It comes to senses
Clear as a crystal ball:
The more you want to run away
The more the world drags you in the hole
Of undefined dreams,
Of undetermined worlds,
Where nothing but sleep
Is the solution for them all.
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Priscilla
November 5, 2012
Maybe writing and signing as your own pice of work when you're extremely sleepy is not such a good idea... well...
