like paint on walls
absorbing the days' echos
events dance in his dreams
he sleeps still
oceans flow in his thoughts
and waves splash through his veins
he sleeps still
pausing when the world has stopped
rewiring his motives
and calculating the path of the moon
he sleeps still
covered by the night
a savior in plain clothes
his footsteps tremors in moans
and whispers yell into his dreams
he sleeps still
on me
inside of me
behind me
he.
sleeps.
still.
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