The world around me looks dark and intimidating. I...
I am almost blind; the haze of smoke and the tails...

Should I approach with caution?
For when my backside is groaning...

Frosted stanzas
crunch under snow boots...

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Somehow we were on fire...

Dreamweaver, I beg you to send me perpetual petals...
sweet blushing blossoms that resemble your brave...

I taught you the snowy keys
on your mother's concert player...

The rain fell down hard on me,
It just went right through me...

What if you woke up and the world was no longer...
It's dark all day, [what is day?] no sense of time...

A little click,
had I forgotten I was logged on...

I suppose your phantom will eventually seize me,
whether it may be at the trains of midnight...

Through the night
I know what will be unleashed...

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Closed light...