And if you were to ponder, amidst the innermost depths of your psyche, the rarest of times spent devoting so much as a nanosecond to me, about what would I be doing—Well, I'd be dreaming about you.
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[Oblivion]
Poetry"𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫." Lethal oblivion wich inescapably leads to obduration. Things are such tediously slothful. Sinful.
Muse
And if you were to ponder, amidst the innermost depths of your psyche, the rarest of times spent devoting so much as a nanosecond to me, about what would I be doing—Well, I'd be dreaming about you.
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