Going to sleep
My body feels so sexy
seals completely sexy
wrapped up cotton from the ball
my skins so rights not burning
its tosey toasty curling
fabric within my knees
soft and light
ive woken up in a sieve of sprinkling flour
im completely made of powder
cosiness bleeds through my veins
im pop of arm eye strokey
finger pilley dopey
ive been injected with a bottle of number nine
the walls are chinson blankets
the ceiling is
the ceilings got it
pain atika
holes of caves
to sleep in
step in through the darts
ive been here chucking arrows at the ceiling
making gaps in the ceiling
lieing in the tavern on my floor
alladins house is speaking
im in the cave thats never eating
never dreaming
magic dragons awake
surrounded by treasures
from the lamp
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