Dreaming of a normal day. A bus ride home without incident, or a walk of solitude. Just my thoughts mingling with the cold, night air. Too dark to see where i am. too loud my music to think. Peace has broken out in my head. Mery, thank the lord.
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Your beautiful. All fur and intrigue. As i leave this satellite, to take my own orbit. You give me inner peace, and a fresh bag of carefully, prepared Sandwiches. My eyes look no further than you.
