sleep now
Sweet dreams. I hope the grass is greener, and that the people give you the time of day as they pass you by; a stick to cleave into the dirt so that you will know when to murmur my name and flutter your glassy eyes.
Sweet dreams. I hope the grass is greener, and that the people give you the time of day as they pass you by; a stick to cleave into the dirt so that you will know when to murmur my name and flutter your glassy eyes.
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