Life Resides in our dreams
what we live has been lived in our sleep
we creep, every morning to exist in a time long past
All has been decided
The minutes of that meeting
are buried deep in our graves
We court the cousin of death to seduce her and lure her
to our mandane realm
it is she who lives in the real universe






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