The clouds are puffy ,the ways are smokey ,the curtains are dim ,and the windows are foggy .where am I ? I turn around to my surrounds I deep in the unbridled waters , how did that happen? , what time of the century am I in have no glue I'm in the sweetest of dreams , everything is so intoxicating , it smells divine . I'm in a beautiful nightmare and I can't get out.................
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UNREALISTIC
PoetryThese poetries , thoughts , dreams are of how it is I think of the world in another universe were things turn out differently than others imagine the unreal.
