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...]‽

un p'tit je ne sais quoi 🕮🎕 bohème 🕮🎕

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bad episode

was it not

the one who loves you the most

i'll come running

how how

if you'd gonna disappear

do not disturb

back to you

another story

big love