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May 2012
White. Its all white.
Have I lost my sight?
But I haven't.

Black. Nothing but black.
'Future', need I look back?
But I needn't.

Red. Everything is red.
Is that me I see, on a hospital bed?
But I wasn't.

I saw the fire and horns on a man,
In Hell i was, and I ran.
But i didn't.

It is not as it seems,
Those were the dreams.

*But they weren't.
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