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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2241097
How sometimes people sense things in others - at times from far, far away ....
Dreams

I sense something in my chest,
but only it isn't. I see it too,
invading into the tissue within
the breast, and my heart feels
cold fear for you. There is no
us in a sense, but that
I admit isn't true. We're aware
of the other, on other planes,
in different, respective worlds.
Far apart but connected in an
instant, its like we're the
philosophical sojourners to
the outer planets, only now
you are going through a tough
third stage while preparing
your way through neon doors of
other-perhaps surreal- existence.
Oh, how you shall be missed
among so many, that is true.
In my dream, I'd go with you
to experience that very realm,
for what I think lies in wait
is purely amazing ... and I
come back to you, again and
again, to let you know you're
not forgotten.

Practice makes
perfect, or so it has been
said....


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