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| The only time left for missing them are the exausted hours of collapse, drifting in the lucid minutes before heavy sleep... and your location evaporates. You are a tired head. Worn from hours of exercise and indecision, the body is let go from it's rational moorings and it sinks into the grey hole, rested, and finally shut down. No longer in the city, gone from home, the bedroom is forgotton. you are a falling body. You are an entity of sleep, breaths away now, your body moves towards another like heavy rain drops rolling down a window pane, to join and tumble down. Your tired mind tumbles down and joins with them. |
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