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Apr 2019
people have always said
the world you see
is the world you know

i see
my hands,
clouds of gray
made of ragged static edges

i see
the horizon,
a mosaic
dripping with vibrant reds and oranges

i see
the world,
disintegrating into dust

heavy breaths and quivering hands,
i want to shut out the world.
Written by
silas  21/M/lost in the dream
(21/M/lost in the dream)   
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