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Woven like strings

Waiting to be heard

My thoughts come together

In the wake of a word

Visions, set apart,

From reality, seem

Ghostly, compared

To my last vivid dream

Still I continue

To weave when I write

Those thoughts that awaken

Within me, at night


Writing Prompt – Weaving Words – Day 1/31

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