once again, I am lost to the dark. though my body is still, my mind disembarks. not but an outline is seen of me, but under these blankets I long to be free.

once again, I am lost to the dark. though my body is still, my mind disembarks. not but an outline i...

A poem about lying in bed with nothing but your thoughts. 
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