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dreams have begun to connect
threads and themes that run through
from one night to another
between weeks and days
beautiful faces that influence my waking life
rather that the reverse
horrible events that affect me
more than the visible cuts in my skin
longing and lunging for sleep
from one dream to another
between weeks and days
lovers I cannot contact
whom hurt and heal
villains I cannot fight
whom taunt and torture
come back to me
into my head
come back into my life
into my reality
come back into my bed
into my sleep
tonight
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This poem is absolutely beautiful. Haunting.
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ReplyDeleteWords fail to describe how much I like this one.
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