Step XXXVI
Fidelity
Sleep is just a dream and I am not waking.
I've been counting enough to make an eternity stretch out in to nothing.
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The blurring of lines. The smoke and mirrors you use to get a real chance at feeling. The embers of a dying fire that you wouldn't give a chance. The breaking of light over city awash in the revelation of new day.
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