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A Prelude for You
IN MY DEEPEST SLUMBERS, I DREAMED OF A REALITY. ONE TO ESCAPE THIS PHANTASMAGORIA… How bittersweet are the words misspoken From loose lips— From the love that you’ve been withholding. My mind has been echoing with these phrases, Shouting at me, As deviant, moral protests: “WELCOME TO THE REAL WORL