lucid
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I close my eyes
and see a thousand worlds
Made up of pictures tastes and
handpicked words
When my hands rest against
The lettered keys
I write myself into
a lucid dream
Gravitating backwards she declines,Liquefying to earth's compression's,Ruined but intertwined,Cannot bypass innocent transgression.
If sleep is the cousin of death what is a dream
You keep falling into the depth and it could seem
Closed eyes awaken
Wake up to mistaken
Perceptions of the physical
Loss of analytical skill
