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I am dreaming tales woven delicately with meaning, like lace placed around the waist-line of a beautiful woman; "rest" is losing its potency. Even when I don't envision exploding hydrogen balloons and tipping wine glasses, I awake with lead eyelids. I think it might be those pills I took.
I think it might be those pills I t
Look! It's painted into your palm like a lumpy mess of jumbled veins,




