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Apr 2012
Tonight I will dream of emptiness,
of that warm black inviting space
where all that was and all that will be coincide

Tonight I will dream of nothing,
of returning to what I once was
and always have been

Tonight I will dream of infinity,
the most pure of all things
which is beyond my comprehension

Tonight I will cease to exist.
William Fredrick Bissette
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