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Sep 2016
I'll soon enough be
Drifting into sleep
And waking in dreamland.
A place where I'm at peace
And can count the grains of sand
And the stars  that spiral
Without a care.
Would you dare
To take my hand in yours
And join the sweet fantasy
That is continuously shifting
Twix illusion and faux reality.
With lights off and eyes shut I
Head into that world ever so
Quickly.
Tafuta Atarashī
Written by
Tafuta Atarashī  28/M/Chicago
(28/M/Chicago)   
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