dreamed a dream
searching
a hazily familiar
busy market of yellows,
greens, blues and reds,
of bustling chattering people.
turning into a quiet alley
up a short flight
into a building.
a labyrinth of beige walls
and closed doors
muffled voices from within.
you've been here before
you've never been here.
vague and familiar
vague and strange.
for what you search
you don't know.
you know
you won't find it
And still you
search.
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