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© By Chichi Alintah Nothing can be taken
if not given
The dream, his spot of communication
Leaving the place of reality out of action

If of now I sleep
And then you skip
Time won't postpone
For you to be prone

If afraid of the physical
How can you face ethical
When the truth is inside
Just always has been beside

A statement you said
A question I asked
Unsure you answered
To leave me undecided

Oh! It's you that I pity
Seeing you as a putty
Well, nothing I can do
To help you undo

In your hands to make right
Before it will be out of light
I can not do more than writing
If in the dream you're not listening.

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