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Dreams
A kiss on the forehead
 A switch of the light
 Head on pillow
 Relax.
 
 Minutes pass by
 With no realization
 I roam on this earth 
 No more.
 
 Peace then envelops
 The darkness encloses
 With glee, through the black
 I fly.
 
 I soar to a world
 Where wild senses reign
 with power through fear 
 coupling courage.
 
 Curiosity guides
 and produces these visions
 of things ne'er seen in 
 real life --
 
 Majestic beasts,
 People long dead,
 Music, eerie; 
 Unique.
 
 Exploring this world
 One step at a time
 The eyes solving mysteries 
 Many
 
 The mind seeing all;
 understanding that
 which is impossible 
 Anywhere else.
 
 Nonexistence existing!
 Reality's truth!
 It's confusing, and yet,
 It is life.
 
 I stumble through fear;
 I've laughed with the joy
 Not felt, when not in 
 This world.
 
 I start settling in,
 Engulfing this place,
 When - No! I must go 
 At once.
 
 I've only just come here
 I've seen; felt so little,
 Even now, I am swept off
 My feet --
 
 So quickly, so subtle
 It wasn't my choice.
 I start being taken 
 From here
 
 I grope for a rung!
 A handhold -- a grip!
 Something to stop 
 My descent!
 
 There is none, of 'course,
 And so down I fall --
 Down to where I was 
 Before.
 
 As I slowly come to, 
 Forgotten are those-- 
 All of those things that
 I've felt!
 
 Now, I'm awake, 
 But intrigued by one thing...
 Why is there
 A tear 
 On my face?

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