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I Can Sometimes Remember My Dreams

Waking up to the memories of an altered existence quickly slipping away.

Navigating the clouded path while trying to sort out the current reality.

Desperately grasping for any wisp that remains.
Whisps rarely stay long enough for us to grasp. Sigh.
Leaving us yearning for remembrance.
The living, breathing presence of our waking trance expiring before we can glance upon the face of the expanse we crave.

 
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