Fictitious reality
Storm, wind, and sea
May be my journey
Or just might not be.
Days on a tangent
Songs on a drone
Drownedout informants
In fragrance of stone.
Manhandled blurry
Sampled success
Ignorance waning
Clean up your mess.
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Smear the mirror with that shower fog.
I don't want to see.
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