Sliding into magnificent arenas of splendid thought, feeling
imagination touching my soul with it's fragrance.
Simmering silently, delicately, without any remorse as I filter
reality with non-existence.
Catapulting everything into cauldrons of insignificance left
on edges of memories in last days of sleeplessness.
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