ONE IN A MILLION

turning down the sheets for

better worlds than these I seek

where every solemn hope is blossomed

toss me into pleasent possible

and I’ll soak my clothes in you

carry on an odor of youth

so cover me in blankets

heavy wrought and filled with feathers

falsify my chances that this night

will bring much more than pain

and remembrance is what I hope to escape

cause if my slumbering feet can carry me away

faster than the pain

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