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Miss Mary
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Lyra nodded,
"You came from my mind,
you were a figment of my imagination.
I think something shorted out in my pillow,
it collects dreams,
and you were made real.
...If that makes any sense to you."
It was a bit harder trying to explain something to
someone who wasn't part of the reality you knew.
"I see you like the mirror."
"You came from my mind,
you were a figment of my imagination.
I think something shorted out in my pillow,
it collects dreams,
and you were made real.
...If that makes any sense to you."
It was a bit harder trying to explain something to
someone who wasn't part of the reality you knew.
"I see you like the mirror."