Sleep Walking
From time to time
She wandered in solace
To a place only she could find
It was her demesne
That only she had access
A quintessential paradox it became
Each moment she wished lasted a lifetime
Never wanting to leave
Awakening in her dreams was her favorite pastime
It was where the impossible
Was a part of her existence
A striking rose blooming in the snow
Beauty almost blinding with brilliance
Though she was so enraptured in this dreamland
She was sleepwalking through life
Forever cursed eternally damned
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