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there r eyes like cotton swabs in the night sounds revealing day
scurrying amidst the clatter of motion pictures scored with cello solos
heads aloft soft pillows
wishing sweet dreams 2 children of our past
prop thoughts 2 serve as all-spice on 6 of the 7-courses with featured entrees
feasts of us r the simple feedings
our time is running out
inspired 2 unravel
looking @ the horizon for the first sign of light
baggage settled curb-side
hoping the innocence leaving returns upon departure depleted from an unknown origin
but salvageable
& i would like to accommodate it