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The way your eyes crawl back to the same dream you put to sleep. Their faces don't matter but the way they hurt you hurts just the same. At dawn, you open your eyes but the dreamers are still holding your hand. He might fill you up each night but the hole still sits just below your sternum.
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
hole
The way your eyes crawl back to the same dream you put to sleep. Their faces don't matter but the way they hurt you hurts just the same. At dawn, you open your eyes but the dreamers are still holding your hand. He might fill you up each night but the hole still sits just below your sternum.
Very, very rough draft. I need help with a title, too!
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Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
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