Dreams This will not turn into sweetness I tumble through dreams. Modestly I offer a slim maiden a caress. Other emotions flow deeper into sleep. Moving on as each half shape parts into twisting colours and swirls deep into a vortex Past golden circuits I streak thoughts stir and remember Deep in... Sign in to see full entry.
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