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In an oneiric mist,
Where a pretty pixie and I walk
Over lines in the sand,
We flow together
So that one's place
Is as much the other's
Where no secrets exist
Or gaps either
Between one and one
And itself.
So we sit and watch
Love tiptoe in
And yawn aloud
At sanity
And the wild wide world
And precocity
So a hitchhiker
Will roll in his grave
As our souls fly off
In just the way
A brick would not.