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Dreams

A killer in London,
Stalking his prey.
A forest in Germany,
Where fairies play.
A chateau in France,
Where houseguests waltz.
Prisoners in Belgium
Who lament their faults.

Forever
I am free,
So long as I close my eyes
I dream.
An artist,
A killer,
A survivor,
A romantic.

Those who
Dream
Their life
Away
Experience
Everything
And
Nothing.

How I miss this world,
This forsaken,
Cursed,
Blessed,
Charmed,
Euphoric,
Wondrous,
Wonderland.
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