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DauntingThese dreams, they flow down in a spiral, A deep dark hole to be lost, into an abyss of nothingness,Daunting
Or very little,
And there is no light, only an eerie glow that illuminates the waterless, Underwater depths, And the visions they burn into the nothingness, And play constantly so there is action in every scene, But no sound, All is a mess of blurred movement along the broken reels, And some scenes are pleasant, a familiar scene, Something warm, But others spin into the darkness, A haunting dream burns into the black nothingness, Creating an atmosphere of death, &n
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