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Rapid Eye Matinee

As we go to sleep we know not whats in store. slipping into a sweet slumbering abyss. Down in the rabbit hole- dreams form from thin air. playing with the soul or rattled to the core, rarely known it's not actually real. Made of precious beauty or nightmarish gore. Spirit world has its macabre puppet show. As we lay unmoving and we gently snore. Not knowing quite where reality exists, Dreams form from thin air- down in the rabbit hole. Too deep to know why, too real to ignore. May 22, 2021 Emily Pinet

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