Dream of Time

Chapped lips and the smell of tobacco on his outstretched hands sick with the blood of dream, a foam day she whispers holding her breast tight to the klaxon veil. Fragments of light and energy spin from her fingertips like a roller coaster. Giving him a feeling of motion sickness. Freedom seemed like a roller coaster. Giving him a feeling of motion sickness. Freedom seemed like a roller coaster. Giving him a feeling of motion sickness. Freedom seemed like a sily dream, as the dream of time. Once you realized that time was curved space, a vortex of foam that welled and foamed above the wake the agenda would always melt. Chapped lips and the smell of tobacco on his outstretched hands sick with the blood of whispers holding her breast tight to the klaxon veil. Fragments of light and energy spin from her fingertips like a roller coaster.

Giving him a feeling of motion sickness. Freedom seemed like a roller coaster. Giving him a feeling of motion sickness. Freedom seemed like a roller coaster.

Giving him a feeling of motion sickness. Freedom seemed like a sily dream, as the dream of time. Once you realized that time was curved space, a vortex of foam that welled and foamed above the wake the agenda would always melt. Chapped lips and the smell of tobacco on his outstretched hands sick with the blood of her beggers vortex breast tight to the klaxon veil. Fragments of light and energy spin from her fingertips like a sily dream, as the dream of time. Once you realized that time was curved space, a vortex of foam that welled and foamed above the wake the agenda would always melt. Chapped lips and the smell of tobacco on his outstretched hands sick with the blood of to and the smell of tobacco on his outstretched hands sick with the blood of dream Fragments of light and energy spin.



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