eyelids tremor
eyelashes fluster
a slight gasp of breath
and my mind tinkers
a picture emerges
and voices muffled
speak to me and I reply
while silently slumbering
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eyelids tremor
eyelashes fluster
a slight gasp of breath
and my mind tinkers
a picture emerges
and voices muffled
speak to me and I reply
while silently slumbering Author notesprompt: the sound of a dream A contest entry
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