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Wake

I live in a doorway between two rooms Suspended in a limbo where I can see everything And nothing at all One room ahead of me that is far too real Riddled with babies and bombs and Mommy, why is daddy gone? and Ovens where women much greater than I Closed the door to seal their tragic fate I cannot see the room behind me But I can feel the warmth of its ever shining sun On my back, on my Sore spine that longs for a cure It is a room of dreams Of unreachable perfection Butterfly kisses from faery wings Caress me softly, playfully begging me to Turn around and kiss them back But I don’t know how. Let me go I pray every night to wake in the morning Shifted just slightly Turned only inches Away from the world killing me To face the place where I can finally be I pray every night to wake in the morning In my tantalizing reverie I pray every night to wake there Wake there Or don’t            wake
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