Dream (Poetry)

in #neoxianlast year

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What I did not say,
He was my own
The secret was
This fund, on your restraint
I repeatedly prouded.

But today the sharp edge of defeat
Is the year: My secret
Equally protected
I lived so much
That as much as an unprotected moment
You told me

What was said to be surprise is saving,
The one who went away
Is it from you, or life
Or was it cheated?

I dream of drunk
I see in dreams
To a drunk one who dreams
In a dream
Drunken Sagar's shed

In so deep drugs
In so deep dreams
So deep drunk.
The ocean so deep, Virat.
I am looking so shallow, untouched.
So much intoxication so many dreams
I am so low so much