Dazed was I, looking at the blinding aura of the black night sky, lying on my back tethered to a recluse, searching myself amongst the myriad those glittered.
Dazed was I, at the soporific halo that shone around my dreams, crashing yet one, subliminal like a wraith smiling at me from an intangible distance.
Dazed was I, from the beclouding of my eyes in the wake of the silent glory, brittle and simmering, in the tepid touch of the environing blaze.
Dazed was I, watching the immiscible spectral cavort of an invisible danseur, from cold to warm in a warping inanity of draping skin.
Dazed was I, praising my own frailty, collapsing onto my own volition, imbibed whole into my own softening singularity.
Dazed was I, at the egression, gloating onto a diminishing trail, a scent left floating in my withering dimension.
Dazed was I, at the soporific halo that shone around my dreams, crashing yet one, subliminal like a wraith smiling at me from an intangible distance.
Dazed was I, watching the immiscible spectral cavort of an invisible danseur, from cold to warm in a warping inanity of draping skin.Dazed was I, at the egression, gloating onto a diminishing trail, a scent left floating in my withering dimension.
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