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I remember when I was told of story of crushed velvet, candle wax, and dried up flowers. The figure on the bed all dressed up in roses, calling.beckoning to sleep offering a dream. The words were as mystical as purring animals. The circle of rage the ghosts on the stage appeared. The time was so tangible I'll never let it go. Ghost stories handed down, reached secret tunnels below. No one could see me. I fell into yesterday. Our dreams seemed not far away. I want to stay. I fell into fantasy. The girl on the wall always waited for me and she was always smiling. The teenage death boys, the teenage death girls..and everyone was dancing. Nothing could touch us then no one could change us then, and everyone was dancing. Nothing could hurt us then, no one could see us then, and everyone was dancing. Everyone was dancing. A chilling silence. A world
of violets. My breath materialized again. I can feel you waiting for
me as the sun retreats to the hills and I, beneath the blanket of a
burning sky, wrap myself within. Embraced by dead leaves as the rain
leaves trails of black down my face, I creep through the twilight to that
hidden place beyond the lonely. I'll meet you tonight in the whispers when
no one's around. Nothing can stop us now. Tonight in the whispers where we
won't be found. I can feel you dreaming of me and the time when our steps
are retraced and I creep through the twilight to that hidden place, beyond
the lonely, I'll meet you. Beneath a dream, lost in a dream tonight.
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