some people likes to dream
and gleam at the thoughts of you.
yet, i love sleeping in dreamless nights.
to fly without anything in the way like kites.
a casket for a bed.
you'll really guess that i'm dead.
you're their arcenciel.
you're a virus in their heads.
-n.d.
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