My dark dream told me a secret. My dream whispered to me while my hair tangled in knots on the pillowcases. I opened my sleep eyes to see what the dream meant. My sleep eyes opened to a white house on a green grass hill, broken mirrors, blessings, and curses. My sleep eyes saw what I couldn't. They saw candles on ink blue nights. My dream told me
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