Treading gently ever so slowly, eating me raw is tonight, swallowing whole as I watch my feet slowly disappear in thick mercuric liquified solid sleet of merciless sleep, half baked in places streaked with torn out nightmares.
Affixing synthetic dreams of imaginary flights ones of fantasy and negative tangibility, yet dreams they are.. manufactured each time a word is rolled out of your path into mine.
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