Sillouhettes shatter my dreams. Disguise my thoughts, and rain on my fantasies. Shadows that beckon in the night, like old lovers, and cheerful devils. We go our seperate ways, and merge in our slumber, hoping of reprieve, and hanging in a balance. Sillouhettes that play in my mind in between sleep and wake.
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