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About Me Banned Deviant Fantasy Writer gymnopedie28/Male/Turkey Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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:iconvamperotica:
where have you been?

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Killing me is not enough to make me go away...
..Lost in my Reality..
:icongymnopedie:
dream a little dream.

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
all the pain that comes down on me
a dream within a dream

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
another wave breaks on a foreign shore
a dream within a dream

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
i came to leave i start to bleed
a dream within a dream

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
since it does not matter when
why could i not die then

if itīs good to live then itīs better to be asleep dreaming
if itīs good to live then itīs better to be asleep dreaming

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
burned like bridges i once crossed
7 years ago often more

has it all gone or will i fall awake
will i never return to be young again

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
droplets of memory are all that remain
strange faces promising new life

does the reward justify the loss
all beauty burned

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
if itīs good to live then itīs better to be asleep dreaming

has it all gone or will i fall awake
will i never return to be the same again

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?
:icongymnopedie:
take this kiss upon the brow!
and, in parting from you now,
thus much let me avow-
you are not wrong, who deem
that my days have been a dream;
yet if hope has flown away
in a night, or in a day,
in a vision, or in none,
is it therefore the less gone?
all that we see or seem
is but a dream within a dream.
i stand amid the roar
of a surf-tormented shore,
and i hold within my hand
grains of the golden sand-
how few! yet how they creep
through my fingers to the deep,
while i weep- while i weep!
o god! can i not grasp
them with a tighter clasp?
o god! can i not save
one from the pitiless wave?
is all that we see or seem
but a dream within a dream?

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constantly reshaping, reforming to suit your sins. ah?

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