good morning year eight

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eye lids propped open by you. time ticking down the hour glass and my eyes lids are propped open by you. no sleep for me, your milky smooth silk with the effect of espresso. a dream land I reside, a dream you must be . bright blissful wake, with my eye lids propped open by you.

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