In a faraway and distant dream
Not long from yesterday...

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Petite...

He asked for a rose,
I gave him thorns in abundance...

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I see the blinding light...

I can hear the fan spin,
as my eyes gaze at the night lamp...

Fire burns my emotions to call upon a sensation.
Your dreams make my nights flame of the game...

My most secret star gives glare from the corner of...
A sign that I am wrecked, diseased; that I am...

Enchained within the shackles of sleep,
as the dust floats across the land...

The perfect blue
Is not a shade, nor tone...

Cruising through sentences
punctuating life...

Then again, I felt that emptiness
raging intensely...

Lend me your eyes tonight.
Maybe for an unpleasant change...