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Feb 05. 2026
I visit you nightly without a sound, Build worlds where logic can’t be found. I vanish at dawn, though I feel so real, What am I, that you see but cannot feel?
Feb 05. 2026
I visit you nightly without a sound, Build worlds where logic can’t be found. I vanish at dawn, though I feel so real, What am I, that you see but cannot feel?