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in a dream
my hunters are slain
in a dream
repenters meet exile
in a dream
their surrender
softens us all,
rare as it is
glistening with sweat and tears,
bodies sway, filling the empty left
our feet are heavy,
the only relief
is the stillness of love,
the bed of rest it offers,
and that it’ll all be over soon.