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Midnight

17/11/2020

 
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​I see only dreams, nightmares
Forever twisted, unholy
A fever of unspoken frenzy
A straight jacket of thought
And memories
I cannot see dreams, or nightmares
A wraith now, my soul
A shadow of stolid whispers
The wanderer of the Tarot
The fool
 
I am only a dream, a nightmare
Fabric of mind, cruelly torn
A mirror in many pieces
Distorting the self
And reality
 
Will her touch be a dream, a nightmare
Another’s soul, entwined
Laughter to fill the emptiness
And lips divine
To sleep
 
I had a dream, perhaps a nightmare
I loved again, someone new
A mirror together complete
She the missing shards
His hers
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