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A Dream

Mists of forsaken images
Peel back to form substance
I know this place!

Two by two
They haunt me
There essence touch
The fabric of my swollen soul.

The tapestry of textile touch
Sends electric impulses
To my brain.
I burn in a playground of stimulation.

I know this place!

Two silhouetted figures
Stand together
they hold hands!
They are afterthoughts,
Transmissions from a past life
Silently I recall.

Its my God parent's
Peggy and Jack.
They speak
I weep.

I cannot exist here
Only seconds remain
To tell them I love them
I miss them!

Signal lost
The mist strikes a symphony,
All is cloud,
All Is mist...!

...And I wake up, weeping!
zenithquasar77
Written by zenithquasar77 (Marcus cooke)
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A dream...
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