Quiz & Quill

 

in the lulls of my circadian rhythms
you bask in my nostalgia
you lie in the sweet saccharine of my dreams, you lie in my pleasure

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the soft snickering lullabies soothe me
away from the day’s troubles
away from the discomfort of the common era, i fall to your persuasion

 

the cadence of your voice, the recollection of such sound, dissipates and the memories
leak into one another, they disintegrate into the ones preced- ing, impeding my ability to sleep soundly

 

these lasting impressions are
impressed upon my hippocampus, firmly against my skull and there’s no turning back
to the being i once was prior to my convictions regarding your soul

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