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Oct 2015
upon one time

where I woke with memory of
a dreaming rhyme, fresh so clearly

vivid on my mind, still
bold colorful sublime,


the paper naked,
staringΒ Β empty

stark,
awaiting words
of dreamscape

treatises,
escaped being captured
by a mere me

or stayed
in never never
land

safe from prying eyes
to always be there
when

I sleep.
wordvango
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wordvango
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