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I woke up thrice in a dream. Hell, t'was scary! Faces pretending, all peeking, Surreal in every way... The mind fears itself, causing illusion, making conclusions. It kills itself, giving deductions, testing constructions. Here, my words are proof That if ever I'm still sound asleep Then I'm with you, thus Will never count four from three.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
Not in 4
I woke up thrice in a dream. Hell, t'was scary! Faces pretending, all peeking, Surreal in every way... The mind fears itself, causing illusion, making conclusions. It kills itself, giving deductions, testing constructions. Here, my words are proof That if ever I'm still sound asleep Then I'm with you, thus Will never count four from three.
theblindseeker12
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
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