Sometimes I feel slippery sands under the feet

Melting clouds stuck in tree

Handless angel sitting somewhere on my head

Kind of bluejay sitting on a trunk

just forget it’s song

Sometimes I feel I’m living in my own dream or

Somebody’s dream

Sometimes I feel It’s fine when I spit all these reveries

as this melted river of my palette

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