A GHOST ATTENDING MY DREAMS. VOICES OF SORROW. THE EMPTY BLANKETS AND A HAND CRAWLING. TRANSPARENT BODIES THAT MELT WITH DREAMS OF SOMETHING THAT IS UNREAL BUT A BEAUTIFUL DREAM OF LOVE. LOVERS THAT FLY TO MANY PLACES. SO KNOW YOU KNOW.

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