There is a place our minds reside,
One devoid of all natural laws.
Time, the great manipulator bends to it's will.
It grants all wishes,
It hides untainted desires.
A necessary fortress for some,
A paradise of possibility for others,
A subconscious addiction for most.
Trapped in constant imaginations,
Converging with the realm of reality.
A perfect illusion is born.

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