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NEW DOSE
That drop of blood,rolls down my arm.
Sacred life escapes it's home.
The whispers blend into the whitest noise.
The ceiling is my T.V.screen.
Just until I can move again.
Below me,the whole world's floor drops.
It's clear the faces hovering,
are figuring what to do with me.
Unable to intervene,I drift away.
God I must have been gone for years.
Combining with the color felt so real.
Inside a dream I fell asleep,
and woke up in reality,
but left behind some parts of me in there.
Sacred life escapes it's home.
The whispers blend into the whitest noise.
The ceiling is my T.V.screen.
Just until I can move again.
Below me,the whole world's floor drops.
It's clear the faces hovering,
are figuring what to do with me.
Unable to intervene,I drift away.
God I must have been gone for years.
Combining with the color felt so real.
Inside a dream I fell asleep,
and woke up in reality,
but left behind some parts of me in there.
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