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World fed on self and could
not recognize the taste. Mirror offered no recollection, all the senses drew nothing, only Dreams found resolution. Indistinct between waking and sleep's journey, Dreams found everything answerable with World inept, on its tilt, at Dreams' feet. World found no face similar to mine, yet Dreams viewed me as part of one.
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