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when this came upon me as a dream, initially it scared me then i fell in love with it. |
| THERE IS SO MUCH ONE DOESN’T SEE There is a placid brook flowing Like a slithering serpent Underneath is a forlorn marvel Misguided by sophistry Yet tuned by a musicians taste Shadow that stooped over miscellaneous sheets Silvery, shiny floating corpses Had tentacles bare and grey. Thirsty braided barks Dispersed a pristine silence Gaze fell upon a slim turbulence Upon a nocturnal feminine dream. Again where the finesse retreated And stayed to extract perfumes Reflections longed for precedence The brook, a tear that buried a sobbing child Or a tear that cried. |