A dream un prosed

I found myself in a place by a pond
Voluntarily, I roamed
I liked it there
Initially
I talked to a raven haired girl
She wanted to read my palms
She took me in a room
And I saw a man with a needle
I ran away
Bu the place called me back
Against my will
They sedated my Love
And tried to sedate me
But I told them
Even if they sedated me
The Truth was still there
This illusion of contentment
Didn't fool the universe
So I ran away
And saved my Love
And the place couldn't
Call us back
Because we knew the Truth.

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