Like a dash of spilt dark tea
Over the bright tabled glazing
I run my lucid dreams over and over
Until they seem dry and exhausted
And then the real story begins
I am a man of habits I got to this conclusion because I flash-realised that I am hoping that someone, someday will see the patterns the rou...
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