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Hello everyone. I might send this piece into a competition, so if you could take maybe 5-10 mins to read and review, I would be so grateful! Also, this is the first piece I've ever written with my left hand.
As the sun sighs good night,
I rest my eyes and pry into
the infinite dyes my dreams supply.
They slither down mysterious roads,
take the shape of a million souls
my body could grow into.
They run the documentary
of how to make mistakes
without a drop of shame.
They spoil me with love
as ripe as the reddest cherries,
as sweet as the rosiest cheeks.
They twirl my wildest fantasies
into a whirlwind of craze,
and hurl them into the unknown.
And broken dreams that
shatter through my mind teach me
to forget the useless.
My dreams evoke the steam of anger,
the glee of love,
the bleeding of tears.
They allow my core to be unclogged,
the purity of my ocean deep within
to flood without restraint.
If only my life were a dream,
I would finally feel at home.
