Flesh Disease/Lucid DreamMature

Tired and cold, shivering in a hole
I shed my skin and bare my soul
Hiding so no one sees
Anything but my flesh disease

I dreamt up a field, so we could lay in it
Like a lucid dream, I couldn't stay in it
Tried spinning to keep it alive
But the dream faded as she passed me by

The End

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