You can't give me the dreams that are mine anyway.

[escapri]

Guitars and synthesizers twinkle like stars or the sound of whales travelling into the infinite horizon, whose tails slap the sea and send it into a white frothy burst of foam, alive and kicking for a second then fizzing out into lifelessness. We dream of the skies and the sea when we're bound to the ground, not by chains but by our conventions, by

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[oranges1991]

WOW!*applause*