Final Dream

I had something like a dream once, it was something like this. How did you get here? Where are you from? This night lingers on, does it not? But the darkness is interrupted so sweetly by this purple neon light. "So the tiger's stripes, do they change? In remaining the same are they seen to change? In changing are they called more of the same?" A red shimmer is seen from his pocket, the man who keeps speaking of real things as if dreams.

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