I've been plagued with lucid dreams
Of the Mystic Vixen,
Her voice a velvet thunder
Smiting me with silent lightning
*
Just one brief moment together,
Streaking specters of the space waves,
Until she transports me
To the concept of tomorrow
*
As I awaken,
Her message echoes-
~I WILL SEE YOU NEXT LIFETIME~
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Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
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