Dreams swirl like leaves in a storm
Ghostly and changing, intangible
Amorphous distant things without form
Changing shape like clouds
Nightmares weave with lullabies
Slipping through the night
Made of webs of lies
Changing stories constantly
Uncatchable, as wisps of mist
Like shadows of true life
Strange forms of things that could exist
Appear then disappear again
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