Saran Wrap and layers and haze (idea) by stand/alone/bitch

she waits and she waits and

they say like a dream and she moves in a fog
and her haze tells her hushed of the layers and wraps
that she walks in and works in and her gaze
tells her dull of the brightness and glazed that
she sleeps in and wakes in and layers
and layers

they say it's unreal
and she moves in a fog and her eyes tell her flushed
of saran wrap and bubble that she lives in and
waits in and her mind tells her dull of the pain
and the fear and her heart tells her wait
for the crashing and real

and they say "like a dream"
and she moves in a fog.

I'm afraid, sometimes, at night	If she were an insect, she'd be a moth in search of a flame	the beating of your own heart	panic attack
plastic wrap	suspension of disbelief	Nothing unreal exists	True Love Waits
intercontinental flying on Singapore Air is an amazingly nice experience	Saran Wrap	Fear, uncertainty, and doubt	Why Self-Lamination is impractical
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