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Another night of dreams,
one after another, flickering half images
echo real events but bare my heart.

I try on new realities,
like dazzling garments or popup stores
of evanescent wants I may not admit to myself.

Friday, June 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: images,reality,want,dreams
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anais vionet

anais vionet

Paris, France
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