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Delirious whims

As the sleepy night creeps in,
Slowly, gradually;
With the free- flowing wind:
Amidst a midsummer’s dream –
Embellished With yellowish- red autumn leaves,
Forming a concoction
Of dreams buried somewhere
In the unconscious mind
Some desire hidden away ,
Either maliciously
Or in a sad tone.

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