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there are no details in dreams

under moist moons
there will be restlessness and peace
lets get absent and hope for a still starry sea

owlets dare to mock, black is not black anymore
walls are thinking aloud but we were supposed to be deaf   

dare to hate ! do it deep, proper lest
be the Alice, to the zombies
at least, hate like a dog to Mr. cat 

a jolly good feeling down these intestines
sweet coarse coals in these breaths
monochrome eyes do forget something
something less important

a complete drop of tears