Flying Into the Warmth

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Flying into the warmth of my bed.
Pages falling thought my fingers.
I leave the world I once new.
Of to a new one kissing vampires, sailing over the ocean or ticking someone to white wash my fence.
The pages come back.
And I’m back in the would I once new.





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