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Not Asleep
Picking up where we left off among the stains and stable troughs my hand becomes a path into my veins And if I manage to shake off this dredge in which I walked across the longest bridge and toppled off like rain But saints and saintly sinners cracking smiles and pointing fingers washing stains from the windows painted red Will try but quickly failing, to stay awake I'm sailing out this waking nightmare aching twitching bed My shadow has a name and a stately white horse figure clutch me closely breathe your gold inside of me For if I fall profusely, make sure to not refuse me one more wisping float atop the sparkling sea And all the times I scream and shout inside my head not coming out my mouth the way it crawled across my eyes And every time that I want out each door beside me spewing grout reminds me that this hallways' a disguise So lying here my belly aches grinding false bicuspids shake my head falls off and rolls under this bed Leaning sideways looking round I notice that this filthy ground is no more less or more than what's been said So everything is every thing and all the things are everything and everything but nothing will delude And so my time spent rummaging in other's rooms beneath their feet they never woke and here I must conclude
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