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Oct 21
poem 2 comments challenge: General/Free Write
Jay.marie

Waking


 Waking

Take me back to dreamland, take me back to greenland
Wake me up when reality has all blown away.
The world that we knew best, got broken and distressed, the truth that we knew next was at rest.
I awake unknowing where my body is
My mind so far into wanting this- Brain focused on haunting bliss.
Where does my heart leap, when I start to sleep?
Where do I go, when i'm just brain and so. When will I die, if i've never been alive?
So am I asleep or daydreaming, A reality so far from reaching
A whole new life inside of death, Didnt you know that's coming next?
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Posted: 10.21.19
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  1. Storeymerrill9
    Oct 22, 2019

    very deep o:

    storey <3
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  1. Jay.marie
    Oct 25, 2019

    Thank you!

    ~ Jay Lyric

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