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. : Dreamer : .

Dripping wax on your sleeve, the ends of your hair singed by the light, you stared vacantly through glasses with your dust-grey eyes. " It's all right ", I said, steering you round by your point-skinny elbows. " It's all right ", I said. " It's all right. " I said. And you drifted back into the dark. The seams on your nightshirt were angry and frayed, you'd put it on wrong side out. The shuffle of your right foot in your left slipper, left foot in your right slipper. That, and the oozing scent of a dawn, still far away. Grin without teeth over tea and fresh flowers.

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(c) gilraen

Description
. : Dreamer : .

Dripping wax on your sleeve, the ends of your hair singed by the light, you stared vacantly through glasses with your dust-grey eyes. " It's all right ", I said, steering you round by your point-skinny elbows. " It's all right ", I said. " It's all right. " I said. And you drifted back into the dark. The seams on your nightshirt were angry and frayed, you'd put it on wrong side out. The shuffle of your right foot in your left slipper, left foot in your right slipper. That, and the oozing scent of a dawn, still far away. Grin without teeth over tea and fresh flowers.

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(c) gilraen