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Consciously dreaming conscience streams Hello, who are you uh huh? The mist on your face belies you Spider webs of icicles are drawn from your entrails. Have you been gone that long? Centipedes and maggots are hungry for your flesh. Shrouded in mystery and misery you hover. There is no sound that emanates. As you pass by you leave only mystery and pass through my portals my portals of fear. Dreams are said to be portents I'm not quite sure if it was (a dream). |
Additional Notes:
I would say that I would classify this as "The Far Side."
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