A poem about dreams

Watery, as though
painted in water colors
and peeling off like
old construction paint
off of the walls,
revealing words
and things you
would never say or do
because, when you
wake up, you find
that all that remains
of the run-down,
water-color-paint
construction site
is a dream.






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