Maze of chairs
To the ground
Grey walls of
Wherever, and you.

It's a dreamquake
And I am not
Waking up
Won't let you
In my sleep.

Empty chairs
On the ground
Black tables of
Sometime, and you

It's a dreamshake
And I am not
Leaving you
Won't let it all
On your back.

February 10th and 13th 2016

*Inspired by an abstract-ish dream. Does not contain innuendos (none of them do, anyway) or anything - it's literally quakes.

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