I hardly know you and I long for you.
You are peace in my thoughts, calm, arrival.
What could be, what could be, what could be, what is? What is this here? Do I not want to see it and continue dreaming or do I open my eyes?
Do I really have to open them? Do I have to rob myself of it? I don’t want to. I still want to dream. I still let myself dream – when I wake up, I won’t go back to sleep.
Will I ever dream again?
Critique of pure dream 
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