Getting dizzy.
Think I'm going to fall.
The floor is making passes at the ceiling,
dancing with the wall.
You're sitting a little closer than normal.
And I'm just looking at you
with dolls eyes and a dirty dress.
You know exactly what to do.
A dusty couch, makes way for dusty dreams.
Memories of old, stories untold
long forgotten things.
Morning comes and life is back.
It's here to say you don't belong.
Reality cares not for revelations.
Knows nothing of drunken songs.
MUST we continue with the rhyming?
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November is coming, and you shall receive a gift. Let's pick an arbitrary day, the 10th, and plan on hanging out at your place. It's right after head-stabby,so it should be all good.
We must. Until morale improves, the beatings will continue. When I get bored with the rhyming, only then will it stop. I like gifts, I hope it's not that awful t-shirt I received in the mail yesterday. As far as arbitrary days go, I refuse to make plans with you. May hap you will catch me with nothing to do one day when you are ready to palaver.
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