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You creep into my dreams…when the gates are left ajar…but instead of being different…you’re always the same…aloof…distant…yet…pulling me in…like a moth to a flame…and…just like in life…it never works out…you never change…I never lose hope…until I close the gate…
Jane
PS…I never really know what will show up on the screen when I sit down to write…this was it today…not at all where I started…where…I…wanted to go…perhaps there is a reason for this bit of prose…perhaps it is for me…or you…or…it just amused…Bertha…it is what it is…
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I have been there too Jane where we start to type and then… goes sideways 🙂 I have created some of my best poems that way. Go figure.
Funny how that happens…and I agree…it’s usually what I really needed to write!