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Author: Mr. Moonsong
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 02-19-04 - Updated: 02-19-04 - id:1529736
I dreamt a dream
You dreamt a dream
Dreams, dreams, soapsuds dreams

Spoken, echo echoes
Whispered, echo echoes
Mumbled, I mumbled echoes

Looking down the well
With its dark secrets
The lock, unlocked, waiting
Digging into my soul

Infecting cacophony of emotions
Flagitious doves turned indefatigable
Silver stars popping bubbles
Tears in alien-red rain

Come back, come back
Come back to me
Come back to me
That is my request

Maniacally I laughed, giggled
Fire consumes splintered souls
Figment of one's imagination
That's all I heard

Like clouds, like roses
Golden-fleeces weaving magic
Portraitures of poetic pantheon
Loneliness follows anger lavishly

Preposterously caricaturing, loving
A gossamer rose, you
A pianissimo song, you
A sophisticated art, you

Come back, come back
Come back to me
Come back here, now
That is my request



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