The Dreamscape

A world of particular sadness
Beautiful but violent
Opulent but terrifying
With paths inscribed with messages
Of fear
And love
And the stories of lives long past
Each consisting of arduous tasks
Of picturesque moments
And catastrophic pains
With flowers that retched smoke
That smelled of candy and secrets
And with the sound of spoken
Whispers
That tasted bitter
Like lies that have long forgotten
The meaning of truth

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