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Jan 2018
In my dream
Am broken
My fleshes eaten
My body rotton
My bones taken
As ritual of token
With words unspoken
I broke through
Wide open
My leased body
In the ***** oven
Unworldly beings
Never ever seen
I was soon shaken
To waken
From a bad dream...

©sim
I am not scared of death as it is a natural cycle..but I hate to see myself dead in a dream...c'mon can't I just get Prince charming sort of dreams...duhhh
Seema
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Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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