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Oh Morpheus, Morpheus lull me to sleep That I may dream myself anew I long to sail on an Olive ship Heading for that sacred place Where the ocean turns to stars. Cursed with a mischievous handkerchief My personal Voldemort This heart beats with such bitter anguish The price of exclusivity, my Odette, You’re the apple of this one eyed sap. Those blood red petals staring down Reveal betrayal on the battlefield… Read More