dreams that bite back

i lose my train of thought often. something always catches me off-guard & this time i'm wondering if the walls of your room are a peach-tan or an i'm-drowning-tonight-and-there's- nothing-you-can-do-to-stop-me-navy. i keep the thought at arm's length so it doesn't get too close for comfort. who knows what it's capable of.

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