And there would never be a dream.
No light, no memory, no word.
And what you are or what you’re not –
You lack you now for all the time…
And emptiness inside my mind
Could either grow or string inline –
It has no matter, sense or fish –
Just eat the apple’s crunchy flesh…
And there would never be a dream
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