Here's a spoonful of me.
Running far in this dream, Capturing the trees, Leaving your world Seems impossible. The purple clouds swallow me, I can't breathe. The wind furious at me picks me up and holds my body only to Drop me. The sweet rain turns red, It tastes like sugar on my tongue, But burns like liquor in my throat. Syrup like blood fills my lungs.
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