the clock read 11:14pm
'twas a trance within a dream
where the bed became hands, where I was carried through time
I dare not open my eyes; I feared not being able to get back
but the world was still clear, even through closed eyes
I was carried through lives and ages, until hands became a bed again
this time, I opened my eyes
was it a dream, or was it not?
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