Living the Dream
If only I could live, Live within my dreams, I’d be buried and bound, Down, beneath the seams. Stretching out my sleep, So sin is seldom seen. With My Eyes sewn shut So nothing slips between. Making a mere nightmare, A Rare sight to see, So why would I want to Leave? Since I am living the dream.
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