Dreaming
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It's about the way I feel when I'm dreaming, because to me dreams are sort of an escape.. I wrote for my own entertainment, not meaning for anyone else to hear but now that i think of it it's kind of an ehh poem. Any thoughts for a revision?
Dreaming
the night penetrates into my soul consumes my thoughts into one creates vivid images that run ahead of time with no reason they play in me and I am there the sounds are mute yet I hear the faces are blurry but I know yet when morning comes I don’t my eyes are forced shut but I see my senses are numb but I feel my lips are paired but I speak my body is vulnerable as I sleep the thoughts that were suppressed become alive and chase me through the open vast of oblivion that is my mind when it is susceptible my name is unknown to me but in this dream I know who I am though I am a third object I watch as she makes her way into desire |
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