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I Dreamt that I was awake

Found that I was paralysed

I could not gain atttention

Or no one cared to find me



I struggled burnt and blinded

Languid wings in fire and smoke

Made a sound in funny voice

A dove weak with Desire



Many blew past by forces

Some flew right while others left

Unaware I was their tears

They must care for ill-born Souls



My beloved cried a last warning;

Storm winds may forever blow

In circles for The Lustful.

I awoke sad and alone



I had entered Hell

All were there in Shade or Sin

Black air thick where victims fell

My Dream Pain Reality