Poezie
…as for myself…
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Mediu
I started a dance
with myself and the delerium
room kept turning
from one focus point to
another. level of subconsciousness
I never dreamt of
and I;
the one I love is
inside of me,
in those dreams, and nightmares.
this place is made of
shadow and light,
yet I never want to go back
to that world of
non-me and everybody else.
as to the end,
see there is none.
that portal,
that enigmatic
delirious dance.
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