Dreams Are Brief
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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They arrive without warning,
soft as mist,
flickering between what was
and what could be.
Time bends inside them,
a moment stretching forever,
then vanishing before you can hold it.
Voices fade, faces dissolve,
the sky shifts from gold to nothing.
You wake, reaching for echoes
already gone.
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