the sight of darkness nothing but black the presence of time appears to have vanished what is that luminous object floating on my wall who is that toe tipping across that old pine floor where are those voices coming from why is my body thumping and shaking my head, my pillows, my hands they're drenched i wish i could see i wish i knew who is talking?Birth sign: Sagittarius
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