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These sudden surrenders of unconsciousness seeks out my fears.
Drunk off of my own indecisiveness
It occurs to me,
redundantly,
You lurk inside my dreams.
 
A pity that seems.
For I hate to dream of you.
The way you run your fingers through your hair
Poor little boy in my nightmare.
 
A Pity it is,
When you are sunrise, sunsets and
Beautiful breezes against my skin
and I am storm warnings and hurricanes
I cannot let you in.

(2013)

I had to write a poem using sound devices for my poetry class and it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

#Alliteration #Assonance #Dark #DreamsLove #Sad

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