Must be from all my discontent with life. (that's a joke)
I dreamt of tea with Marlowe and Faust,
Pondering weary, locked in that house
with rats in walls, and a creeper in halls
where a wardrobe led me to a snowy scene
when i said without sorrow,
if this be dream let me not rise
tomorrow.
So, catch all the references? Only one is obscure, of course. The others are pretty obvious. I guess that one is kind of emo too isn't it? Nah, not really. What can I say? My imagination just needs the stimulation of living out fantasy.
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