dreaming
i love... without disturbing you,
i love... facile... in music's secrecy,
thinking myself, —
(maybe it's your pleasure
of being loved.... like this...)
[a bizarre dream that sways
into my astral skepticism]
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i love... surrounded by dreamers,
i love... through the late bloomers' field,
thinking myself, —
(but if you are... a fragile kind,
who did itself a lair... into my mind...)
[as if it's there, your medication,
and your dose, my constellation]
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i love... without to beg attention,
i love... into my thought's thought side,
thinking myself, —
(but 'cause you're dreaming, you'll accuse
some nonchalantly aberrations...)
[whose medication is in whose pleasure,
whose skepticism is in whose dose...]‽
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