| Dreaming is the place behind the stars under you eye-lids lurking in the weary corners of consciousness A windy path to sanity strewn with pain and mystery a battle most private and sacred a kingdom conquered a war unending Where lives infinite stop before tradgey where soft word press back the monsters where little whispers cause stars to fall Imagine falling breathing deeply sighing fully and drifting . . . |
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| I found a band of faeries dancing in the wood I got out my camera and did what no one should I took proof of thier antics captured on my film Guilt is now within me the pictures belong to all shown shared and doubted total disbeilf to stall place the photos with rapidly beating heart in the public-eye a fantasy to start gaze upon the pretties adore thier shining face I have only done my duty to slow the doubter's confidant pace |
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