Languid yellow stars falling through blank staircases of meridian blue flute my dreams within their plummet as their metallic tinnitus sounds above an atmosphere of grey evaporation and glitter fluid tides. They fall further next to me they land and to him I said "tread softly because you tread on my dreams".
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