Here I live in intruding swamps covering misty locales
where hypnotic views steal words…
far away from reality
far across reality
far within reality
in the realms of unseen nightmares
galloping through out subconscious…
Eyes closed…tears parched up…
Here I live with demands swelling
more like January crops
away from reality, within reality
like stars so close yet far…
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