I dreamt of it that landed me into the garden of smiles
I ran miles
To escape the body
Ever since it was just broken bones and scattered peaces of flesh
I flew into the skies where those quiet birds fly
Happy would be my soul for we left “that” body behind
I just turned towards my “soul” to say that ‘everything will be fine now!’
But there was no soul, only minced meat!
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