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Everything was under water
Not like ice but solid water
None of this stuff was there
But you were there and
Not the type you can float in
They say steam is the worst type of burn
Under your head was a pillow
And under your pillow was a tooth
And under the tooth was
If I could change everything I'd be a leather maker

And while you
Slept
Your brain got rinsed
Cerebrospinal fluids
Took out your trash
In a spirited
Slam dunk
Swooshing
Clear and smoothing
It's called
Your nervous system
Think of it as
An interior cushion
Night time is the right time to let your body do it's thing
It's gonna clean that shit up
It has a chance
To take a chance on you
This is what dreamings
Supposed to do
It has a chance
To restore you
Your held, a hand a
Wet opportunist
When your mind
Did not mind
At rest at best
Weak and anaemic
It scrubs your insides like
The inside of a car wash
This is why you sleep
And have weird dreams
What a thought to be
Pacified by your own pus

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