With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
I felt like writing a poem
In the middle of the night
The ideas came scrambling
But soon after, took flight.
A molting nomad came along
In time and delayed
It flit about and went away
Yet gave me words that stayed.
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I am so tired. I had a very strange and vivid dream last night. Actually I have been having strange dreams over the last few days. Many time...
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