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I was dreaming I
was I was dreaming...

A mirror ball sits on my window sill,
Small and cheap, a remnant of some party...

I refer to the story of the soldier and the woman...
He tied her thighs together so she could not give...

You make me feel like a child in blackness.
You make me feel like an adult in brightness...

Was so bored during all those times,
All those boring times in my childhood...

I dance under
the cursing clouds...

Against the drag
Is a thrilling prospect...

Winter is coming and
things are happening...

I have a thought; I would extract and polish it
tenderly, almost every moment...

My brows are also knitted
As the wool descends slowly...

I broke my leg
the other day...