Late, down the road.

My friend scarly awakes my dream
Quietly looking over in the dark
Selfishly, caring in the watch
While over the sky a light rises
He's looking upon a miror he'd choosen
Wich frightening needs helps to rest?
The witness old enough, quieltly tempering
Moves around a friend who is a wish
From the girl, he ignores the childhood
Leaving only the panic he finally heals


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