Dreaming Again, by MorbidMaiden
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Twisted images chasing round my head,
My mind is whirring whilst my body's in bed.
Regurgitated news from the past few weeks,
Deformed in the night of my dream-filled sleep.
Echoing corridors and stark white rooms,
Familiar faces peering out from the gloom.
A most curious dream I don't want to forsake,
That slips through my fingers as soon as I wake.
(Made for a competition requiring you to make up a poem
based on your dreams on the spot).
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Posted: 2009-03-11 22:13:42 UTC |
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2009-03-15 18:13:54 | izzy |
this is REALLY(10x) good!
how did u do in the competition? |