I crinkle and crumble
torn pages in my fist
Above and below the surface
leaden questions arise
in a wisp of smoke
Close my eyes and see
the world in frozen frames
Click. Snap. Flash.
They kill the ones who dream
Breathe in,
I have nightmares
Exhale,
I am still a Dreamer
so I cry at night.
Restless
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