Nightmares and all the little receipts we let hang around

I have discovered that in the end all the gas receipts will do us no good. Our nightmares will still keep us awake, our stars will still collide, and fear and anxiousness will still be written into the liquid in our eyes.

And I wish you wouldn’t talk about me like I am not in the room.

Right before your own eyes covered in snowflakes

See? Dr. Suess trees.

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