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dream


Think of your mind in terms of Rings and layers to start opening up leeting go and pullback and looking inside, feeling the deepest of thoughts, painfull memorys overtake with ease. blerd faces, long nights, loved buried under hate, drugs and tears. You can't erase them but Seeing the manufacturing of thoughs and ideas as they manafest second to second, new fresh memorys stacked up layered thin, thin like the beam of lite, comforting you as you lie awake piercing the darkness under your bedroom door. Dreams are quick, pay close attention to see. blowing sunflower colored hair on cool summers day. her face distorted and frightening than forgotten as it dissolve into morning. Another tier of life unstable, smaller, harder to achieve your center. Still looking for that one memory of the forgotten face.
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