the dream
I wake up and smile through the window. I was wondering if I
can smile, if I can laugh, if I can dream again. Days were full of shadows.
Full of mists under my feets, tiding me, killing me slowly with touches and
words... whispers in the dark.
I dreamed a dream, the one which was burned into the ash.
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