drowse the drawn like

drowse the drawn like
there it is
the what
drawn like the
drowse
what

                    thorns soft eye

drowse like the
drawn and
the what
drowse what
real

                    streak the glimpse of

drowse like we did
the and where
is we there
need up to
and

                    morning bomb light

drawn like the
now drowse what
yet there is
browse fade like
well

                    noise the light

dammit and
off the covers
cold the skin
up to out
have the air
destroy the drowse





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