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    The most exquisitely torturous Fantasm

    Ah, to awake sweating and breathless from a nighttime emissary apparition. Perhaps the only sadness which is briefly but intensely enlivening. Oh, but the melancholy afterwards… Still, it’s been a while now - is that a good thing?

    Gently I awoke, to feel you softly breathing

    abreast, in perfect frozen serenity you laid
    Still, I eyed you with a mindful disbelieving
    Far too immaculate a scene, which betrayed
    that in my bed, besides me, and deceiving
    my eager senses is really merely but a shade
    I wasn’t truly seeing, indeed just perceiving
    Realizing that ghostly remnants do pervade
    my dreamstate anew, fantasy begins to fade
    Again I wake, sorrowed chest weakly heaving

    Damned jerking reality shift tore me from vainest bliss
    Fabricated paradise! Yet one in which I’d fight to exist
    A frigidly icy space, as of an unmistakable emptiness
    belies this biting truth which now is shown far plainest;
    by me no-one lays, as only a silent void does persist
    It seems there’s an invisible, utterly impenetrable rift
    betwixt us, slumber’s vault harbors this shadowy Miss
    No efforts on my part can free her from dreamy midst

    Shamelessly panting and pleading, screaming silently
    All that I am now afforded is blurry, fading recollection
    and wretched thoughts on how good that it would be
    should my dreams, with their euphoric self-deception
    and splendidly beguiling finery, become awoken reality

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