.5:30 rings. Pots over gas flames. Still in a haze. Not walking dead, but alive and I'm fed. Still hungry for more. 'Cause before I wake again, I toss and I turn again and again. With something calling me, maybe a conscience, maybe that dream of something more, well beyond the folklore that failed to.
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