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I am in this dream reoccurring,
the vision of home, familiar yet foreign.
Unrecognizable sights of which I was beholding,
my place at home had been forfeit.
The family of which I grew up with,
distant, different, no longer mine.
And yet, it somehow made sense,
as if this was the due process brought by time.
Perhaps this dream is a new step forward,
a necessary destruction of my childhood shrine.
Perhaps this dream is nonsense,
a trick meant to stir my mind.
Maybe I should wake up.
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