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Dreams

So sweet, so delicate.
A story drifting
between daylight.
Gently playing with our hearts,
our minds, our souls,
without our consent,
without our disapproval.
Stringing us along toward hopes
and wishes
that somehow it would be true.

So tormenting, so horrifying.
A story threatening
during nighttime.
Roughly scarring our hearts,
our minds, our souls,
without our permission,
without our defense.
Dragging us along toward fury
and dread
that somehow it would be true.

So existant, so tangible.
A story claiming
between daylight.
Truly deceiving our hearts,
our minds, our souls,
without our allowance,
without our resistance.
Pulling us along toward hurt
and pain
because somehow it was not true.





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