When awareness
Is all I ask...
When my senses
Fill me
With this
Fading symphony
Of glory...
Beyond my
wildest dreams.
When all I
ask
Is to feel...
Where desire
Ends at
wishing
to believe
All that
is assailing
my tantalised senses
is indeed
more than
a fictious
production
Of my somnolent
...dreaming
mind.
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Read E.E. Cummings sometime. You'd like him.
Good work btw..
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