In dandelion quarters wars were peace and toys were ideas.
Verbs and nouns were thrown around like colors.
Steel, emerald and algae are offered up daily as gifts between nations.
We have a notion that the potion was only a lotion, but that they thought it was
so much more.
At the end of the corridor there are three doors.
Of course in this dimension, on planet earth, you can only walk through one door.
Belief…believe me!
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