Heavy and hungry in your arms,
porting a river of distilled nightmares,
sometimes you'll remember,
sometimes it will remember you.
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how i do.
natural form. completely comfortable.
when i do what i do.
today's my spiritual journey.
- sleepsweeper
- here and there.
- this is all beyond me. writing purely as a reflection. restricting myself with words, expressing myself fully. and i write music, too.
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