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Someone else’s dream
fairytales and make believe
What love is made of
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This definitely was very relatable! Loved this Haiku!
Until we find ourselves once more awake in our sleep, drifting away as though it will never end.
Sounds like living in a fantasy world.