Sometimes people are amazingly prolific in the night time… Amazingly subconscious too, Freud analyse this. I didn’t accept this poem as part of me when i recovered. A matter of minutes…Notice the time lapse?

Act 4 Scene 3 (MSN)

 The evil Sarria… IT”S A FAKE!!!!  hand over the secret of immortality! Now! has left the conversation.
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Vanity Fair says (11:05 PM):

Anna Molly says (11:06 PM):
everyones gone

Anna Molly says (11:06 PM):
let me compose

Anna Molly says (11:07 PM):
i am here

Anna Molly says (11:07 PM):
when things are dead and gone

Anna Molly says (11:07 PM):
i am here, when alls waned and faded

Anna Molly says (11:08 PM):
the tree has shed its leaves

Anna Molly says (11:08 PM):
autumn has lost its blooms

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
i stood under the sky

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
and looked and looked

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
through the string of leaves

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
through the rising tide

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
everything

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
still stinging clear

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
was it you whom i saw?

Anna Molly says (11:09 PM):
amidst the pouring snow?

Anna Molly says (11:10 PM):
was *was you whom i saw

Anna Molly says (11:10 PM):
was it you whom i feel?

 Anna Molly says (11:10 PM):
when winter stole your warmth?

Anna Molly says (11:12 PM):
i am here

Anna Molly says (11:12 PM):
when all’s done and void

Anna Molly says (11:12 PM):
i am here

Vanity Fair says (11:13 PM):
darn.

Anna Molly says (11:13 PM):
what happened?

Anna Molly says (11:13 PM):
just went psycho

Vanity Fair says (11:13 PM):
go post it up
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So i heeded mama and posted it up…

The poem in its best resolution…

i am here

when things are dead and gone

i am herewhen alls waned and faded

the tree has shed its leaves

autumn has lost its blooms

i stood under the sky

and looked and looked

through the string of leaves

through the rising tide

everythingstill stinging clear

was it you whom i saw?

amidst the pouring snow?

was it you whom i feel?

when winter stole your warmth?

i am herewhen all’s done and void

i am here

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