I dreamt....I'd.

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 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



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