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and when I closed my eyes
and had seven of my biggest fans
simultaneously simulating serene
wind at my back

I felt like I was in the clouds.

a mere spec of smile
blowing through the vast
space over miles of plains;

lush and a lush.

when sleep is always far off
and the insomniatic crimson
is constantly consistent

retreat here with me
and dream the storm
is further than we can reach.