morning is a bliss,
where the shades fade and you turn your face to a dream.
dream is unkind, like you, like any body else.
fade, fade, fade, till I can't remember at all
and regenerate somewhere else,
cause I know; words are my spell.
I place them on the roads, on the trees, to watch over.
oh my monster it's over,
c-section of the tiny one,
hell you go, with the flow.
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