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Same As The Old Dream

 

I have been encouraged to reanimate mythologies
when they are of a mind with my cause.
          My excuse.

To scan the canon and most obscure visionaries
for immediate use in elaborate travesties.
          My confession.

These mirages have not the power supposed.
All I am will be rebuilt, given time.
          My challenge.

I have to speak plainly as children, truly as pain,
ardent as a lover.
          My dream.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 31st Jan 2021 13:30

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This is so well crafted. I really like it a lot.

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Adam Whitworth

Sun 31st Jan 2021 12:25

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Sun 31st Jan 2021 12:17

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