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Oct 2019
dreams
    do
   speak

but

ink
pens
scream


  last evening's images while asleep

    woke me up at a quarter to four

   captive, this dream was only for me

   i fell back asleep ... my subconscious yearned for more

ink to paper, this dream one day i might,

   share the sugary sweetness of this
  dream's
delicious delight
TheConcretePoet
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TheConcretePoet  Isle of Poet
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