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Not even in dreams
Walk in a sweet garden,
roses lined up, beautiful sight, all colorful bright light,
the heavens turn gray, walking in a farm, a red shed, a four legged form which we sit to enjoy the nature of life,
there still two objects laying around,
my sight took over control,
I place sight I knew the things of life,
fountain pen appear, white burn paper in sight it laid,
I rest as I wrote the mind,
sharp object my back in pain it became,
ha ha ha, tag your it, now I get to see you bleed,
all turns black I feel joy,
fall into a whole which my bed is set,
white walls appear right away, in a fountain I lay,
no water but my fluid that keeps my alive I jump out,
drops hit the ground like a virus the color of my fluid expands as a sponge,
the white room a similar color it obtains,
I wake from the dream and say shit not even in dreams are we save this days!
