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Almost Caught

My mind keeps returning to the sense of a dream Not even a clear memory, but snatches of a scene. In my dreams, I remember other dreams. Trying to explain that fractured cohesion to myself, fully expecting one day to remember how to fly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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