Dream Theatre

Steam from the engine of your heart erupts into the atmosphere so forcefully.

Dream of a touch so filthy and frozen, only Caligula would understand.

Beam with bottle bright blue and green thinking of a touch so profound.

Themes of dark and dew drenched hell and hurt turn you on so much.

Dream theatre,

so hot and humid.


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I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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