It doesn't feel good to stay so still on such little sleep. Forget songs, I've got whole conversations stuck in my head. I couldn't count the times you said, "This is painful." And that was all in the longest five minutes of anybody's life.
Today there's a solitary and infinite gap in the dark mass of cloud.
There will be no paradoxical conflict in my life; everything will hold true simultaneously.
Only symbiosis will be missing. Between clavicle and clover.
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