I dreamed it last year in a nightmare.
Dead asleep and fully aware.
Founding, Fawning, Awake with fear.
Not here…but not sure where.
Wrote it, booked it, bound it
Somehow lost and found it.
So grossly tired of monotony,
Not who you or I expected me to be.
I touched a ghost and she was so afraid
She shifted from where once she laid.
She offered no condolence or genuine protection.
Then forced me to look at my own reflection.
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