Sitting here on my cloud covered dream I see only stars. Shining so brightly above me. What I don't know is that the stars are all boiling. Hitting high notes that tempt even the most frugal of men. Temptation lie in those stars.
I fight hard against the thick of the mess. I am however unwillingly drawn to its fluorescence. The very being of me. Gone
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