Dreams

A bundle of our unconscious as a collective,

Dance with the stars in the sky as the night preys

Victims below powerless —

While lids shut, the mind opens with no limits of its stretch

The unspoken and unthought breathes and lives

The rational is irrelevant

Private smiles from private pillows

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