Dreams I dream
Are another angle of reality
These are mending broken reality of life
They are not in mind
Nor are they on mind
These originate from dawn of mind
To unwind the trauma of waking life
Wish it could be a quiet sleep of life
Robbed by the waking
Let me consume my dreams
Potent - yet never too subpoenas
For dreams - there is no overdose
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