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Wanda
she conjured my fate
juggled my dreams
with her visions my memory teems
I was treading water
sitting on my hands
she took me off to distant lands
hands that soothed
performed illusions
making sense of my delusions
shelter in her cloak
solace from her eyes
with my pain her mercy vies
that charming smile
she shone abroad
seemed to lift my...
Saturday 4th September 2021 10:07 am
Like me..
I had never met anyone so much like me..
This strange rumination comes to me often..
A mirror of mine reflects all shades of white and grey.
Perceptions almost align and sing in unison. .
Times when boundaries truly get blurred..
Yet there are ones which bring solace that it's really not me..
An illusive reality that sets my conscience carelessly free..
Sunday 10th March 2019 3:37 pm
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