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In dreams, I return to you−or you to me,  revealing in these reveries, feelings,          sentiments outside reality, the buried reborn i...

i saw only what you saw                                                                        sleek as glass       what you would have...

I hate that tone, elastic expression, lands where I lack. When did I become the target? Exasperating itch? I hate that tone, hissing th...

At night,    the mirror reflects                        fear,                        forges images of a more frightening version of         ...

The sickness seeps; a contagion, frantic, searching for invasion, seeking host to infect with lies. Poor victim's sanity, the prize, eve...

It was afternoon - burnished light of day the sun glared, exacerbating her eyes, already so tired so exhausted that irritation came as...

Your voice is an image now, stamped - quite beguiling.  My                 eyes burn with ideas,  and I'm stuck  in            ...