what is it to live amongst your dreams; how does one seek the means in which the dreams seems to end; are we then just to pretend of what may or may not be important ; must we import then a feeling of love, healing the glove our life hides in; now set free, our hearts glide in an insatiable tendency of unsustainable cycles which we cannot see; for it truly cannot be how we wish to be
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