Dream Come Not-true

Strange man, finding solace

In lucid dream desire

Cough up from the unconsciousness,

I travel to my valley,

Looking for you, where bonds are made

By consciousness and desire.



Coughing with my bleeding throat

This air, fiery air.

For solace I take these

To heal the bleeding

Before butt ends

Now, lost to eternity.

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