I dream of dreams forgotten and
left to dust on life's pedastal.
I dream of dreamy dreams dreamt while
sleepwalking through the alleys of life.
I dream of nothingness, coated
with a little of everything
I dream of plain canvasses, sprinkled
with the blood of dreams that died :
while I dreamt of dreams I hadn't dreamt.
Never knowing that those that died were truly mine.
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