Again the floor talked when I moved in my night dream.
I get this feeling that is necessary to dive. It's a damn floor, but it doesn't matter in that darkness and in that bizzare night. So I move back to see myself, to see if I'm capable. The moment I move my other me, he looks right back at me and swallows every bit... I woke up here keyboarding this.
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