I want to awaken to the clean crisp smell of my traces. Cleansed from the bottom up, where the disguise of evil has been threatened by heaven.
I want to walk outside, barefoot as I step through her green hair, without a care, maybe even all bare.
I want to rest under his glow, where I lay in the quietness of my own mind, blind to all that are crimes.
I want to go back to basics where the fresh air brings tickles of delight while stumbling on her is not such a fight.
At night, rest under her shiny lights, at peace knowing all was not in vain, but all are asleep in this peaceful rain.
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