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Awoke to Darkness


I don't remember

Most of the dream.

Just that you

Were in it.

Alive.

 

I think I met

Your parents?

Your brothers?

 

I don't remember

Most of the dream.

But you were

Most definetely

Alive.

 

I think I told you

How I felt.

Your response is

Blured.

 

The only detail that is

Clear

Is that you smiled

As I cried

And held my hand

In your own.

 

But the pressure in my

Palm

Was just a tortuorus

As the pressure in me

Chest.

 

I can't remember

Most of the dream.

But for a second

After I awoke

You were

Alive.

 

And for a second,

A fleeting second,

I was alive again

Too.

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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