Dream Theatre

Steam from the engine of your heart erupts into the atmosphere forcefully.
Dreaming of the touch so filthy and frozen that only Caligula would understand.
Beaming with bottle bright blue and green hues, you think of the touch.
Themes of dark and dew-drenched hell and hurt turn you on so much.
The Dream theatre is so hot and humid.

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