Not all dreams were meant for sleeping.
All nightmares were.
But somehow the world got that mixed up.
And now the dreams are trapped in steel cages.
And the nightmares stroll the earth searching.
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Author:
H. Jordan (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2022 18:53
- Category: Reflection
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