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Sleep becomes an entity concrete and describable with strange understanding. A weapon against ice this new design. Life is menacing so shoot it. Why allow ten breaths more? Oxygen is borrowed from the red hot core of the earth and its hydrogen and its nitrogen. I give you a gift of desperate love-- I beg you swallow it. Pure sleep powder. It is not criminal to indulge the secret desires of your soul (rest me sleep me love me) nor right to ignore them (harmonic peace I give you). Offer your life juice to this entity and listen to its reasoning just one night. It will be gone when you wake-- a rose by the pillow with thorns six inches long and satin-like. I beg my love to sleep this night and worry not of the sheep and the fence. The shepherd will care for them till sun doth shine on this foreign ground. And you deserve it. Solid Gold. |
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