hoping when I wake,
I will have dreamt
something real.
Infinity endured.
Suppression recycled.
Torture realized.
Oppressor protected.
Molded ignorance,
assuring my sanity,
keeping me callously
embraced at night.
Mentality commercialized.
Yesterday ignored.
Jilted slivers
of dreams,
unified to obscure,
rendering a tale
neglected by time,
as I gaze upon this
lair, weaved of delusions.
Echoes of ancient facts
nonchalantly graze
this tranquil realm of
reality that bends,
yielding for imagination.
Traces appear once again,
afflictions when awake,
kneading this aging tale
every time I turn.
Unspoken fears
Pillaged by shame.
Mortal by nature,
overwhelmed in the end,
ragged by time, and
ever falling forward.
So, today I sleep,
pondering on how to dream
all of this away.
carving this puzzle in mind,
every time I close my eyes.







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"I've made up my mind, don't confuse me with the facts"
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And interesting *looks at the dev below* I never get that...
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"I've made up my mind, don't confuse me with the facts"
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"No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
you have some amazing pieces!!
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Save an artist, eat a print.
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"No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
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