Pc at the foot.
Pillow at the head.
Praying! What I'd done in bed. Praying! What I do in bed. That and dreaming.
Quite loud!
Faithfully! Real me!
No longer scared!~
And yet, the night breeze, I sensed, it became a hurricane in the morning, my dream, in it as though truth itself, is to know that night breeze, as though in romance- to romance the mystery of the hidden truth. For I love the night breeze, which so few yet can sense.
Faithfully! Real me!
No longer scared!~
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