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As we stand, holding hands,
looking curiously upon our body holders;
i fear what i will see inside.
but you hold my hand, so i stand,
looking upon my body holder...

unfulfilled desires...dreams...reality...all mixed in one.
i am what i was.
we are what we were.
eternal timeless bliss joy...
inside is what i became...
the futility.. the sadness.. loneliness...
all trapped in my moist still body...

as we go nearer, i feel a chill...
i dont want to remember...
i dont want to be reminded...
the lost youth.. the lost dreams.. the lost life.
the container right in front of us,
you extend your arm......

... and i wake up.
you're beside me....
it was only a dream...

dream, illusion, reality... can You tell the difference...?