journey to the outskirts of home
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
put me to sleep
if i was forced to dream, but could choose the dream, then i'd dream about spheres. i'd walk them over and over again, never getting tired and never getting nowhere. that's the dream, my dream, never to wake up again.
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