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The Metro Dreamer Next to Me
Sleep sitting until your neck falls onto my shoulder-
I will catch you brother, and hold you here,
stroke softly your gentle unmoving hair,
until your dream is over, the doors are opened,
and you walk away,
back into an ordered absent reality where nothing is free
but those dreams we had together-
I caught one today, an angel in the air.
I will catch you brother, and hold you here,
stroke softly your gentle unmoving hair,
until your dream is over, the doors are opened,
and you walk away,
back into an ordered absent reality where nothing is free
but those dreams we had together-
I caught one today, an angel in the air.
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The Metro Dreamer Next to Me
The Metro Dreamer Next to Me
