Future Sight
Dreamt,
a sequence,
it was at that,
pretty frequent,
it had never occurred,
in real plane,
but it had become my bane,
It was a small loss,
that was played,
but it had me worried,
with anticipation laid,
I feared what ran in my mind,
was a futuristic hind.
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