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Jan 2013
I was rudely awakened in a strange but curious daze
from the pungent smell of scorched flesh.
I could hear the treacherous screams ricocheting all around me.
Only able to squint,
I noticed there were peculiar, lithe shadows motioning for me behind the radiant haze.
To the best of my recollection,
I cannot recall my sudden arrival nor my invitation.
I asked myself, what...am I doing here?
As I slowly gazed around the room,
I noticed a ghostly figure approaching me.
It was a woman…
A woman of beauty came to me.
Suddenly I was mesmerized.
When I caught her eyes,
she cauterized my wounds from all perpetual, impending doom.
I softly asked her if we had met before.
She smiled and gently replied,
...."yes."
Dedicated to Hannah and the maker or maker's of all things.
Donny Edward Klein
Written by
Donny Edward Klein  Milwaukee
(Milwaukee)   
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