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Jan 2014
As I drift outside my head
                                   I know my mind becomes closed
                                                     TO who I AM            and all enclosed
My shoulders becomes head
my mind dreams
of nothing
other than what it has been
and gone before
I see lizards
that become wizards
dam I am a sleep again.

are these
dreams yours
or mine?
Surreal 22
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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