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I awake with pain

Thinking that it isn’t what it is

This is just dreams

Dreams of whirlwind floating aloft my head of

Rose petal imaginations

I'm real

No blood to prove me right

Reality...

Dreams...

Is what I see in my thoughts or

How did it come to be?

Sweet summer holds

What the bracing winter locked away

Scarlet lips, scarlet rose

Hold me in what time cannot

Halt this instant

For I have found peace