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When he woke up,
lost in this huge, lonely bed, being
(by the low light around and the cobwebs of fading visions)
held captive within the no-man's-land,
which extended itself almost infinitely
between reality and the pleasant imagination,
still holding tight - in fierce embrace - the pillow,
from which the wonderful scent of a fragrant detergent
still emanated, as if it were the lingering trace of her presence,
he still wanted to return to this hour and the realm
where she would welcome him with her angelic body,
like she had done it so many times,
in his dreams.

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    Chris Walker over 8 years ago

    Fantastic writing, Iarwain,

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    Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago

    Thank you. It's been an experiment and I enjoyed it very much. Glad to see you doing so as well.

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    Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago

    I am really glad to enjoy people. I love languages, am able to use some. But writing so much in them (english here) is new to me.

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    Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago

    ;o)

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