melodic
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There are mornings where I'll wake up and immediately panic because,
The world of reality became one that I can't believe in any longer...
Those mornings I beg to fall back asleep into my dreams,
Amber veins of brittle stem
spread thinly through my body,
serving as a fragile skeleton
to structure my scarlet paper skin
as I am tos't by warm soft wind.
To say I thought,
