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Dreams And Shadows

Fragments chase each other as reality and fiction blur and time loses meaning

Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.

Faces alter, although voices remain true.  
In a dream, two people can become one.

Dreams. A hidden furnace.  Or a peaceful respite.  

Important dreams. Less important ones.  

Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.
Written by Lozzamus
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