Dream Sentence

January 21, 2010
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Every day I am forced to breathe
the remains of what I’ve been.
And as the ashes circle me
I lose the will to bleed.

Every day the
dreams get nearer
and coax me out of this world.
They pull me, gently whisper
and make my mind their hostage.

Sometimes I think that I can’t see
the faces of who I’ve been
As the masks dance around me
I wonder which one I should wear.

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