I remember there was a time when I had not even one speck of dream to be given by the Morpheus' gracious arms. Yes, it was the most peculiar spell. Sometimes I miss it. When you have no dreams of your own it is so much easier to live.
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carve the name into your arm
- mor
- what you see is what you get
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