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Orange Tinge
The unhealthy apparition of heart's desire
Came to me in my sleep this week
Slithered, squeaked, and snugged deep
Into the inner canal of my ear's keep,
It has me now in dream state as the fool
And to what I may owe the pleasure
Is now the culinary snack of ghouls
In this story of deep dream diving,
Perfect plans and perfect moments
Become distant when
It pushes what I mean to forget
Back into view
Thoughts of the aftermath when
Bombs were cast
pictures of me and you
Seeing no revelry in this disheveled heart
I make steps silently toward doors unopened,
Am I meant to breakdown?
Because what I've become accustomed to
Is day old rust and words unspoken
The slightly orange tinge
Of lies
And flies that hover o'er
I Like This Write
of memories coming back without permission - I heard that! You go Chadical! - Bravo and Encore - Lady A
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