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In her dreams she sleeps

On a sunset, suspended

By light, warmth, and vapor.

She walks in a garden

And talks to its keeper.

Once she even stumbled,

Tumbled down a hill, and

Bumbled her way down an

Unknown path.

In her reality she sleeps

On a bunk, suspended

By bars, chains, and labor.

She walks with the warden

And talks to her keeper.

Once she stumbled,

Tumbled down the hill, and

Bumbled her way down an

Unknown path.