These dreams are like demons
Where ice breeds fibrous
Before you were born
You were an ocean.
Here, everyone is moving
Their apologies like smoke
Still under the new road
An older one flows.
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easy like Sunday mornings
Life was easy today. Being honest so I don't get more undue credit. We stocked up on food for the week, and then... headed for the beach...
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