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Sep 2014
The lilt of imagination
Turns quickly sour
Untoward, yet
Benign
My lapse into
Unconsciousness
Beckons the question...
A tapestry of truth
Against my wall of lies
But, if I breakdown
What will be left
But rubble?
Been having some repetitive bad dreams lately.  Even though I still haven't talked to anyone about them, I'm hoping writing this, in its own small way will help
Anne
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Anne  Boston, Massachusetts
(Boston, Massachusetts)   
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