Tag: Dreams
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A Library of Forgotten Dreams

I stood in the Library of Forgotten Dreams. Shelves of solidified twilight held books bound not in paper, but in feeling. ‘Young Passions’ glowed urgent pink; ‘Breathless Furies,’ arterial scarlet. This impossible cathedral was a grand, beautiful secrecy where my lost dreams waited to be opened and relived.
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A Post Office of Dead Letters.

Exploring a sombre sanctuary of forgotten, untold thoughts, with a little aid from a handy postmaster who knows all, does nothing.



