Dorian
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you seem an unreachable, lingering thing
like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep
and awake
that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room
that moment when the last magical specks of dream dust dissolve into the morning light behind my white curtains
when peace breaths for one whole
inhale…
…exhale
and I wake
shadows dark like strands of your hair flicker between my curtain’s white folds
just like the Cheshire’s eyes disappear into dim woods
leaving only a snickering smile
more by A. M. LAINE
Photograph by Vladimir Fedotov
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