The bells were sounded.
My mind was liberated, lost.
Loosely bounded
By worn sutures.
The wind filled my hair with air.
Which poked through the seams.
I ended up with a soothing breeze in my dreams.
My mind was liberated, lost.
Loosely bounded
By worn sutures.
The wind filled my hair with air.
Which poked through the seams.
I ended up with a soothing breeze in my dreams.
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