January 16, 2011
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Dreams rupture around me,
like glass shattering,
like paper tearing,
like wood charring.
I wish for it to cease.

Dreams crumple beneath my feet,
my heart breaking with each tragedy.
I am destructive accidentally,
never intentional is the deceit.

Dreams dilapidate under my touch,
like petals losing their color,
like a flame going out,
like love surrendering.
I can not sojourn.

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