

'Faked imaginationIts getting cold. Its after all. The game is over, the breathe is slow. Flammable darkness is going away.'Faked imagination
Youre so familiar, would you mind if I stay? Messy mosaic sticks in my head. Is this fire or just some red? Cant put together these all memories; Another mystery or just a real story? Im not sure, but I cannot deny. Is it an illusion, some fucking try? I nearly had this dream in my hands, But staying quiet, Ill get it back again.
Id like to hold it, cover and hide Inside my mind, in my eyehole. Even if Im b
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