I met Love in a dreamscape, and it enraptured me into a trance-like wormhole...
Ecstasy embraced me, and I began pouring out watercolors from the palms of my hands...
But I grew Bittersweet, and I soon became at one with the swirls of sadness...
Like a Fugitive's escape-plan, I began burrowing downward into the melancholic sands...
I found nothing...
I gained nothing...
So I feel nothing...
Except for these lingering thoughts of the journey taken throughout the dreamer's dance...
It could have all been real to me, but I just couldn't take another heart-stopping chance...
So I sleep now...
I remain alone now...
When I wake up I will be...
Just me...
Tonight, I may repeat...
The blissful beauty and temporary glory at the Moonlit ball, and dance the dreamer's dance...
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