June 23, 2008...7:06 am

The Dreaming Shell

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The Dreaming Shell

Take my soul to technology,
take my soul to the floor.
With the Grey matter,
and white halves.

With the holes behind my eyes,
I’d walk you home.
My love in the dreaming shell,
My peace behind bars.

And all the things I’d ever wanted,
and all the things you say
Hidden in the dreaming shell,
Decaying.

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