wb :

I dreamed, i thought, i saw
you die.

You were there, through
the looking glass,
looking back, looking lost.
i saw, and then you died.

You fell, slowly,
through syrup and honey -
landing in a deep pool of milk-white manna.
I dreamed, and then you drowned.

You thrashed, frantically
fast, and terribly.
My breath caught in your throat.
I thought, and then we died.

But it was just a dream,
just a dream,

Just a dream.

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