angel_trees
distorted tendencies
One
night
I
dreamt
of
you
.
And
I
dreamt
of
us
.
And
then
I
no
longer
dreamt
.
One
night
I
stood
alone
in
a
sweet
place
with
a
sweet
scent
carried
along
the
breeze
.
One
night
I
fell
asleep
against
the
smooth
tangles.
Caught
in
a
web
of
twisted
white
branches
.
And
I
never
escaped
the
illusion
.
020302
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from