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A Hole: Pain Through The Brain
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Poetry I waked up,
In the mirror I had my closeup.
There was a hole in my throat,
Fastly I slipped into my coat.
I went to the hospital,
I was worried I recall.
I gave the fault to Abra,
Who was able to the macabre.
interesting
was your dream in color or in black and white?
sometimes I dream in color and black and white at the same time.
I am going to dream about the picture you have, "the eye"...
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot
Thank you for your comment!
Thank you for your comment! This dream was in color, mostly I dream in color, I had one dream I can recall which was in black and white.
LOL. Why would you want to dream about "the eye"?
Thank you.
the eyes
have it
something about eyes all eyes,
everthing about eyes
they truly are the windows of the souls
they speak without saying a word
my eyes are old and tired
and red they whisper of my ailments
that eye of yours peers out of the universe
winking like a star that is painted in disappearing ink
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot