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The Custom Home Mystery


A dream recurs from time to time,
whose facets ring as true.
Its aftereffects linger,
and I try to think it through.

It's on a fine dividing line
of fantasy and real.
I hope to learn the truth
so it can ease the way I feel.

Amid the countless homes I've wired,
one stands out from the rest.
Its place, the time, and details
put my memory to the test.

The house sits in the distant past,
some forty years or more,
and far from where I live today;
my home from long before.

Old points of reference don't exist,
like the owner's name and place,
which would've solved the mystery dream,
with a street name and a face.

Is this house genuinely real,
or is it an illusion?
Am I recalling my real life,
or stranded in delusion?

False memories leave effects
that have you questioning your mind.
If I'm a victim of F.M.,
what others might I find?








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The Custom Home Mystery