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The Realm of Morpheus

It is only when falling into loving Morpheus’s arms,where a canvas of black emerges,freshly drainedof slashes of vibrant anger,the crooning pain of deep ocean blue,the razor-edged leaves of four-leafed envy,and the small pinpricks of sunshine happiness.And only within Morpheus’s realm,can breaths be unhinderedby broken coughs,bloody promises slaughtered by false virtue,vacant words that leave much toContinue reading “The Realm of Morpheus”