PROSE

June 6
Last night I had a dream I that lived in a speaker
And the sky was a smoke filled room in Ibiza.
The sun was a crystal ball shining 24 hours a day
And my air was the wind of the woofer bouncin of the walls.
My soul was the spirit of all the children dancing.
My rain was the sweat that rolled of their faces.
My lightening was the strobe that filled the room like a tropical storm.
This is my world.

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