And so he slept
He let his anger, wrath and stress
Drown in the sands of sleeps and dreams that Morpheus
Weaves for us all…
His eyes rested, his body twisted, his mind dreamt
But he was done with the ill thoughts of the day
And now he wishes about her
But he just doesn’t know her
Yet…
From the mind of Cogliostro
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