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I saw you in my dreams.
Standing in the window of a witch-tower, your eyes held something I didn't quite know.
It was easy to find the door, even easier to break it down.
It was the climb to get to you that was the hard bit, for the stairs where made of fabric and I couldn't quite hold my balance.
Demons clawed at me on my way up, their hold on me felt so similar to yours.
Was this your doing?
Was this tower your design?
In a blink Ive made it, I can see you across the room.
Eyes still cast out of the window and the words i speak to you don't make sense to me.
We finally catch eyes, but it's not over yet.
I fall into their depths and all the lights become stars.
I feel your hand in mine.
You're smiling at me, but I have tears in my eyes.
You hold my face in your hands and wipe the tears that fall, that unreadable look is in your eyes again.
Dissolving into star dust I hear the words 'you're most beautiful like this'
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A genuine dream I had, I was crying when I woke up :((
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
