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NightmareMaybe she is the wispy fragment of my stirring imagination The image of her flesh does torment It was no quaint aberrationNightmare
Madly lost in this transfixation I wonder whether I was dreaming, whether or not she was an apparition Her clear figure was seeming.
Sitting under covers, feeling tempest-tossed My thoughts juggle in my mind most of them long lost The sight of locks of brunette do remind,
me of this most extraordinary visual sensation But racking at my cranium, I find it hard to risk temptation, In not calling a sanitarium
by ~cookiethug
LateA villain appeared to take me consuming my flesh my mind no longer free my skin no longer fresh.Late
No sum of knowledge Seemed to make things clear apparently the edge had all but disappeared.
When the act of realization in a manner, came to be as for my salvation there is nothing here to see.
by ~cookiethug
Daydreamingstaring out the window, not yet cold enough for frost, the lost leaves embossed under the tree, slightly tossed, so silent until, I hear a loud voice, getting louder still, I lift up my head, my face slightly red and drooled, to see my teacher staring, I forgot I was in school.Daydreaming
by ~cookiethug
DeathOn the sweet salt ocean, An old man waits with an uncommon devotion, The rigid water creates,Death
A most Extreme reflection The wind rises and drops As if making the connection, A heartbeat stops.
And the gale meets the flesh an untimely ally The sky begins to stretch For the final reply,
Sea by course serene Zenith meeting eye, No sorrow in Between, And so, the Sunset goodbye.
by ~cookiethug
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