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Jun 2022
Even in dreams
I cannot escape you.
Your voice still shrieks through sleep
and your face can still be seen
throughout these dreamscapes.
What was once a method of escape
has now become a prison of
memories of a love I thought I
left behind long ago.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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   Weeping willow
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