9.13.05
Weaver of Dreams ~
Beauty in words so magnificent. Yet, those words were nothing but fragrant dreams that lingered long after sleep. Such words can only be the result of pleasant dreaming. You know this to be true, weaver of dreams, letting my mind wander to depths unexplainable.
you've been the only thing that's right in all I've done
I hate you, loathe you, dispise you more than anything in the world And yet you reside in my head. Weaver of dreams please listen, make it stop The lingering feeling of a dream is only of the purest torture.
The only way to kill you, is to kill the dream.
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