'your fantasies can't save you now,' said Reality,
holding a gun against the chest of the Dreamer.
'i disagree, ' said the Dreamer,
reaching down and pulling the trigger,
smiling.
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n.i.m.b.u.s.
Поезіяwords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
