And she sat there, staring at me –
Eyes black khol
Hair wet cold
I was naked, she was glass.
For the better part of an hour,
We were connected –
Thought mouth word
Sounds not heard
She had lost her mind, I was far from mine;
Cos I dream't I was awake,
But when I woke, I was asleep …
There are some peo…
Suspended in motion, you’ve fallen like a star
And caught in a dream-catcher’s net;
And somewhere between what is real and what’s not
In this river of dreams I am wet.
Swim through the souls of the living
And find what exists -
What is yours what is mine;
Till I stop at your door and I knock,
And I w…
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