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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a page and a bit from my second attempt to write 50 pages of stream of consciousness poetry, more successful than the first I think. It can be found in my book "50 Pages II" along with the rest of the experiment - available for purchase on Amazon

Submitted: October 24, 2014

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I awoke from the dream.  I still have that faint hangover.  You know, that haze of existing in two different dimensions.  It was Niagara Falls, on the Canadian side.  I was on vacation with some buddies, and we went over to the American side to a bar.  I can’t quite remember who was with us, but I know it was one of our weekend trips.  I left the bar early, on my own, as I often do, and was crossing back over to the Canadian side on my way to the hotel.  Now, this is where the hazy part began.  I started walking through some concert crowd or something, a bunch of teenage hippies sitting on a hillside, listening to some shitty grunge band, and I began to feel quite out of my element.  So I was darting quickly through the crowd of used clothing wearing angst-ridden teenagers.  And I just had to evade them all before it made me sick to my stomach or something.  And that’s when I felt the hand grab my left arm at the elbow, and spin me around…a soft hand…and then this incredible glowing smile.  God, she lit up my heart with that toothy grin!
Of course, I just couldn’t control myself, and I grabbed, and squeezed her hard in my arms.  I squeezed the stone and drew blood.  And I held…and she held me back.  And I kissed...and she kissed me back.  Up and down her neck, and her ear, and the side of her cheeks.  They weren’t lustful kisses, but kisses spawned fromthe heart.  And we broke our embrace, both shocked by the natural instinct that brought us together.  But before I could see common sense returning to her face, I reached out my left hand, and like the smart girl she is, she looked down at it and accepted.  We embraced again, but this time we were outside of our surroundings, outside of ourselves, like ten million reincarnations with the same mate, and she leaned back, somewhat in awe of the passion, her mouth was opened and stunned, and I quickly studied her face, to make sure that it was truly her.  It was, and once again, I took her mouth with mine… and…and I took her…and…and then…then...I awoke from the dream…and then the anger came.


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