Untamed Dreams There once was a man who had too many dreams short ones, small ones big ones, tall ones all crowded together in a cage, sardines packed in brine unable to breathe until the smallest one died without love and all the other dreams grew sad then they grew mad, mad as a hatter and mean so the man stopped dreaming altogether and locked away dreams of hope but dreams never stop dreaming, drawing her to his need she brought a key, opening the cage of dreams free at last, the man simply wept, his dreams setting fire to his soul
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