To float in a non-toxic splendor.
To enjoy the frozen smell of morning.
To look into your eyes and be aroused by your smile.
Underneath the fog lies a laugh til you cry kind of day.
I dreamt of foreigners smashing a ramrod through magnificent 50 foot doors made of thick ornate wood.
A ramrod containing my memories
and my stuff.
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