Like a dash of spilt dark tea
Over the bright tabled glazing
I run my lucid dreams over and over
Until they seem dry and exhausted
And then the real story begins
Some thoughts on Life as it seems to be, for us, all things considered, just a game. Indeed it has been likened to the most advanced video...
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