Dreams

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Dreamy, I
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     l
       o
          a
            t
Down into the arms of
The half-baked wit, for indeed,
Ignorance is a pleasurable thing.

Create dust-covered
Snow-angels from the
Wandering clouds, and I-
Know.
Time travelling and
Mind unravelling
Have become difficult these days.

I live slowly
Laugh s l o w l y
s-l-o-w-l-y

But-oh, it's becoming harder to breathe
I fall, fall; and I can't sleep, can't live till
the colours fade out from the world
and the nightmares
merge into reality; what is life anymore?
when my mind rots, and
soul-bleed
rips my heart from its roots, and it
Ripsmyheartfromitsroots; perhaps
I deserve no more to hold this pen in my hand, to breathe, and I falter, falling, spinning, till-

All life seems an eternal dream these days.

The End

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