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Nov 2020
Late at night when I was a child
the visitors would come to visit me
I thought it was a dream
these people all dressed in green

From the bed, I would rise
then descend the stairs
and to the backdoor, I would go
I could hear them calling me

They would ask me to unlock the door
they wanted me to come out and play
I always did what they asked
then out there in the garden, I would stay

They taught me how to fly out of the world
they even put things in my body
they told me
later in life, they would become handy

I remember their insignias on their clothing
it was a badge that was silver and looked like Saturn
for years they did come to take me out to play

The last time I saw them
they said they would come back one day


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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