Memories of things still to come

Memories of things still to come. Awareness of dreams and of the inner sleep cycles. Hopes come accompanied by shrugging my shoulders, because I don't know any different. Hopes don't come at all. I still don't know if you want to sit still on a chair inside my mind or I should throw away all chairs because all you need is space to twirl around, circles of smokes, but nothing is burning yet. All I
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