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I dreamt....I'd.
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April 2019 I dreamt....I'd.
I, could sleep.
But, I was wrong.
The scent of fresh linen.
Pervades, all my dreams.
And brought, the sensation ......
Of
Desire.
Of being clean, of a wish to taste.
To dine, of loves pleasures.
I can always scream....
Or so
I’ve been told.
A memory, I’d once forgot.
Surfacing for, no apparent reason.
Not for life, or loves pleasures.
It’s a lonely bed....
For a man.....
Who’s been, to war.
And whose
Dreams have
Died......
Giajl © Jim Love
