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<title>dormo privacion - Archive - MayVaneDay Studios</title>
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<b>MayVaneDay Studios (Gopher Edition)</b>
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<p><b>dormo privacion</b></p>
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<p>published: 6-10-2016</p>
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<p> </p>
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<p>nobody can stay awake forever<br />
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but my brain certainly wants to try<br />
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for the deal maker lurks around in my dreams<br />
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with pockets full of nightmares</p>
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<p>the duality of man shows<br />
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at three in the morning<br />
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with stacks of books half-read in desperate attempts<br />
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to retain some sense of sanity</p>
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<p>bleached white robes hang in my doorway<br />
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subverting a future of rituals and constant running<br />
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or a funeral veil handed in silence among pleads<br />
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planting seeds among the dark soil outside</p>
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<p>nothing was lucid anymore<br />
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everything, including volleyball played in seventh grade<br />
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was more absurd than the entirety of Don Quixote<br />
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and with that, a princess falls from her throne</p>
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</body>
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