Misty windows hide my empty eyes.

As I lay there every feeling further merges them and me.

I've been screaming won't you let me in?

Every turning page suffocating you and me.

For all the omens that deceive us.

All the misfortune that unites us.

Taking one step closer to the borderline.

Slanting my dreams and reverting to a deep inner force.

I lay there.


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