Evening floats
Down upon my mind
I drift gently over
These vacant, mist-like
Dreams born of others.
Collapsing into my
Mind’s silence.
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Evening floats
Down upon my mind
I drift gently over
These vacant, mist-like
Dreams born of others.
Collapsing into my
Mind’s silence.
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