there seem's to be a message in my dreams..it's a mystery, often of people i know or have known, sometime's things of the past..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..just last night in the darkness of the shroud covering my eyes..the covering being the aught of my thoughts..the blasphemy, not showing..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..tale of the compass not leading to a path..am i dreaming of the 'was' or the way i see..was it brandishing me !!..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..the humor not being rightfully understood..the essence being, maybe i should..narrow paths may lead to wide openings..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..men are stimulated in nocturnal reams, self written..should this be a disclaimer of dream i took..not i, for i am the scribe..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..the clevage is darker then the pen, if dream is of erotic suspense..surreal it's not, for the character's true..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..these are not visions or preambles of a story scrolled..im sure, addendums can pass through my see..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..the wanting of it, to not end..the wanting of it, to see what be..the names the same..the time's seem relevant, only to me..

there seem's to be a message in my dreams..at least there are no codmoms to bear the juice..it's untamed and wild, better the lute..the ramifications of my imaginations bring's with it the fornacations..

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