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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?
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Nightmare
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
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Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
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