I am a passenger.
I am moving through your dreams.
I am riding in your dreams
I ride on dragonback from Manhattan, the dragon is made of rivetted iron and smells of coton candy.
i am moving through deams, pulling toward Mayhew, feeling for the jewel.
Through your dreams my sleeping children
You had a passenger, and you never knew.
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