Dreem

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Deep and deep so...so...too deep.
There is inside of your brain.

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Your dreem is me.
I know what you are dreeming every night on your soft piｌｌow .
Just like knife.

It is sweet.
But your sight.
About nightmare
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Born to dead.
Dead and born.
Every moment.
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Continual.
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I know You can undastand.
Don't be shy.
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We just go our space.

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