Dreams of....
Floating over city spaces...
Simple owls are children of the forest.
Drowning and living through waves.
Surviving a quick sand storm.
I am the spider man of virtual territories.
A sinking ship and cyclones inhibiting in a mansion with infinite floors of chaos in each room.
Next time ill turn into a swimming unicorn! Better known as the Narwhal.
Or turn into the mermaid of the sea. A shape of a sound. The earth swallowing and regurgitating back to life.
Bloody elk horns reside throughout the corridors of my mind.
Static precision through blossoming flowers.
Sweet the blood of head sits.
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