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Created on: July 10, 2008 Last Updated: July 11, 2008
fragments of imagination and
past life hauntings
the things we fear and love most
all mixed into one
neurological soup and served
hot and steaming in the middle
of delta waves
whimpering
laughing softly
trying to scream
writhing in pleasure
the soul creates
such cinema
for the sleeping mind
moving pictures splayed out on some
dark astral wall
blankets tumbled
eyelids flickering
while sightless eyes
see everything
soon to be forgotten
it fades
like a perfume drifting
down
a dark hotel
hallway
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