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Lying on a grass field, fresh air and bright blue skies
Hoping to become one with the earth
My chest falls and falls and falls
Never to touch its core

Fingers spread apart, lightly gripping
Toes curling, anticipating transmission
Thinking of ways it will spark my engine
Delusions repeating, imagination increasing
I am alive in my dreams

Lying on the carpet floor
Looking at the dirty roof
Lying on the carpet floor

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