Query of the Subconscious


He sleeps still by me
While I dream of worlds that boast brighter colors

Awake I wonder
May such awe stem from stillness

I suppose the mind belongs only to itself
Who was I to move him

He sleeps still by me
While I dream of worlds that boast brighter colors

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