Dreams so unequivocally, sleep as pastures rest,
Along the narrow borders, where strangness met.
This is where we die, lost in all the sorrow.
Flamed by fires eye, here today and gone tomorrow.
Embrace the shadows, with your mind.
Closing doors of all of time.
And wither like a cherry rose.
Weeping in the cold.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Good write R.
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