DREAMSCAPE

shed your autumn skin

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the precipice of eternity

neuronist

traversing time on stagnant feet

neuronist

I lost the sound of your voice in the winter sun

neuronist

the hungering cold

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a memory like a ghost

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porcelain hands

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dusk will come and lay to rest our fleeting, fading silhouettes

neuronist

you are safe here. I love you.

neuronist

DREAMSCAPE

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