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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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