As I lay sleeping,
My mind winds back.
To people and faces forgotten,
Creating impossible moments,
With joyous,
Or confusing,
Outcomes.
Why am I shown
These images of deceit?
What purpose do they have,
Other to leave me,
Awake,
Wondering,
And melancholy.
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