you came again in the night by way of train, steam swirling throughout a clustered canopy of skeletal trees that filtered light from a thousand days of chaos.
you inquired of my well being and i was flooded with infinite space which burned your likeness into the glass wall- a secret language written in fluid yet better forgotten.
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sweet dreams are made of these.
He Decends into the white light, of that misty veiled light, succulent in its myriads of tranquilitys, and vortextular chimed resonances, and LO and Be'held' one more...
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