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Aug 2017
Coffee drank with a pill
To get the rest so needed
Followed by closing eyes
And pulled towards the bed
Once lying on soft sheets
And head rested on pillows
The wave washes over me
And sends me away
Where colors warm me
To a kind of story
That entices my mind
And makes me think
Until you walk past me
And catch my attention
Then gray flows on in
A made black and white scene
As if my blood left me
And also from my dream
It is like a haunting
But I know you are there
Still real in my world
Yet visiting my helplessness
As you keenly do
Wandering in my dreams
Written by
Francisco A Ojeda  54/M/South Florida
(54/M/South Florida)   
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