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I had a dream last night where true love and
true homes were nonexistent.
I was violently torn from my own skin
and you didn't bother showing up
at my funeral. The wind abandoned
my lungs, you glided along
with the procession and didn't shed a single
tear. I was gasping hopelessly for air
and opening my eyes to see you trembling
over my coffin, puddles at your feet waiting
to ignite and sink beneath the flames.
I'm not sure I can decide which dream
kills me faster between burning wrists and bruising
skies-- there's rain, somewhere, and here
in the middle of a field I stand shaking bitterly
against the cold and soaked in tears of neat
vodka. lightning turns to face me, her questions
pouring rapidly from her eyes in blinding
cataclysmic rivulets;
there's rain, somewhere, tapping against
a windowpane-- look out, look out,
a thunderous crack and a world set alight,
the echo of voices all screaming as they
fall slowly from the sky.
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I've been having wierd dreams lately.
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