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May 2014
How should I feel, inside this world mixed with
Real? Bliss a film, shown in clarity.
I awake alive, energised; the myth
Nonsensical and detail lost from me.

Wait, yes! I recall: desired does fall,
Pushed by evil - a screaming, grating laugh
Must've flown mid-air to catch the angel
Delicate face is a framed photograph.

I repeat: wake into same misery
Acne-shelled face shows ugly emotion
Passion disperses to reality.
Scared, upset, lost, lonely and not trying.

Dreams: what better way to play out unachievable feats
Than to lie to the conscious mind, and lull one's self to sleep
Tim Bustin
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Tim Bustin
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