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Jul 2015
We dream
the final moments
of someone else
who's forgotten
those very
thoughts

in them
reality lingers
fainting lights
are flattering
images of
the past

maybe
the very present
spreads like
lighting to
the sleepers
who do not see

perhaps
future becomes
slumbering
breaths: exhale
in the air
can you
see them..?
To a person that is obsessed with sleep and dreams.Β Β While not as detailed as usual, I mirror the filter most people see while they sleep.
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
(31/United States)   
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