"Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

The eyes were damned, the staring, glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see, eyes ever turned inward to the sterile hell of dreams beyond control, dreams unleashed, risen out of the stinking swamps of the unconscious.
The eyes were damned, the staring, glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see, eyes ever turned i...
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