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Nightmares

This virtuality that holds me,
feeds me,
Supplements my soul,
With the nourishment it craves.
Dreams that’d turn Kings to slaves.
 
My love, My dear,
You look so clear!
Come over here,
we’ll dance, perchance,
a fleeting glance.
Come closer dear!
 
This unreality that grips me,
traps me,
tricks my mind and heart
and tears me apart because you, my knave...
dreams that’d turn Gods to slaves.
 
Your touch, it thrills!
Your voice it fills
my heart with joy!
Let’s go and play
in our old way...
 
And I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope I’ll never wake.

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