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I lay in the space
between sleep and awake,
where dreams entwine
with stardust,
the universe lays out
her delicate trinkets,
there for me to discover,
an invitation for me
to co-create,
the entirety of my life,
as the mist swirls in my mind,
taking me from one plane of existence,
to another,
I am reminded time,
is just a concept
that does not,
no...
cannot,
bind us.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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