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May 2019
I don't dream, it seems...
They're brown, frayed, blue, faded, things.
Do me your worst;
I'm in your waters,
So I'm your prisoner.
Waist deep within a fountain on a frozen lake.
Where I'm your shadow no more...
I'm your shadow no more.
I hear your words,
Out of sync.
You get the worst right out of me;
And once I've lost,
I'll be crawling out the center.
I'm inside your walls,
Out of reach.
Falling backwards through a maze;
And once I'm lost,
I will hollow out the center.
Entomb me.
To be sure...
I'm in your shelter,
And I'm your prisoner.
I'm closer... to dreaming.
Caught between these hollow worlds.
And I let the demons loose,
to catch me in the waters below.
I'm close now... to dreaming...
I'm caught between these hollow worlds.
But I let the demons loose,
to catch me in the waters below.
-Comaduster
Written by
Doenning  Wisconsin
(Wisconsin)   
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