Apparently my dreams want you back
way more than my concious self could ever realize.
Because every morning is a flush of vision,
Every wake up the same rush to the surface for oxygen
for a pulse
for some proof that things are real.
I may or may not want you out of my head
but you're there.
Imbedded.
You said you had confidence that
no matter where I went,
I'd always come back.
Congratulations.
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Written September 18th, 2006
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- Back to Where I was...... by the tempest.
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This fits the prompt very well and is well written. Good luck.
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wow...its very truthful
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This is a really interesting poem..well done...keep it up.
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