The Dreamer
A dreamer who dreams, dreams now and then, belongs not to this world nor place that hes in. A dreamer who dreamed a dream of his dreams. Nothing is real, as is or as seems. The pen is his head, his tongue and his hand though dreams dont come true, for his dreams are damned.
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