Oh, cross my heart and hope to die
And for you I'll steal the sunset sky
I wondered why on skipping stones
I'd love to unravel your corset bones
Blueberries' kisses, as blue as the sea
So sing acoustics music softer for me
We'll end the night with cookie cakes
And a strawberry daiquiri by the lake.
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Oneirology
Poetry♦♦♦ Oneirology: the study of dreams. Dreary reality intertwined with nuances of dreamy phantasm; for when my quill is spitting iridescent rainbow mirages instead of murky ink puddles. ♦♦♦
