I left a Dream in the purgatory of my mind
To fester and rot where none can find.
But there, the corpse is enshrined,
Nursed by the final evil of Pandora,
Secured by the unwelcome aura.
I cannot be saved by the death of the Dream
No matter how I try and scheme:
Buried and forgotten – a faint scream.
Drowned and discarded – a stubborn breath.
They only truly expire with my death.
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