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Potion of portions

The time has come,
With boredom of freedom,
After serenity’s podium,
I dream of a kingdom,

A place in my dreams,
Where my head gleams,
Away from schemes,
Fading away the screams,

My dreams share colors,
Transparent explorers,
Between blue horrors,
And white mirrors,

Pity is at stake,
As a rotten snake,
My head is to shake,
But it won’t awake…

Luc Laverdure
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