So what if we dreamt
and what we dreamt was real
Inscribed by lines
dictates and mind states
everything we touch
and taste and feel
But livid,right?
In vivid light
No sun sets on me tonight
I'm huddled befuddled
in pre dawn groups
I throng among the hooded troops
Thinking comes as no surprise
with tenderist memories
chocolate eyes
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