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The scramblings from my brain |
The window is like the breeze, against shallow curtains to our soul
Death is at ease as we silently breathe within our sleep
Our dreams become like the crescent moon to shine light
Dim and dark our eyes see no light as we slumber at night
For it is better to transgress then it is to progress
Like a shallow point in an everlasting race
Capturing the essence of my soul
I grow old by the second but within I never age
Unwritten pages found in a tomb
No longer afraid of impeding doom
For it is I who give it meaning
Never found out I was dreaming
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