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The doze inhales me, disconnects me, suspends me

Shapes me, tastes me

The bed of rose petals, the bed of me

My melancholy daze, drains me, drips me

Down my straight and narrow halls

Dozing through your complaining so brutal

Flowing down a path of curses

Dazing in you, flowing through my sadness

This is my lament, so open, so growing

So lavish, so knowing, so sucking, so blowing

So dazing, so dozing