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Apr 2014
6:30
Glaring
Red
Angry numbers
Glaring
Red
Screeching sound
Hit snooze
9 times
Spread my arms
And fall forward
Into deranged images
Of the prefrontal cortex
Into dreams
Clouds
Flying
Dying right before waking up
7:30
Glaring
Red
Angry
Morning.

Dreaming is like swimming in the most beautiful sea
And waking up is like drowning.
Meghan O'Neill
Written by
Meghan O'Neill  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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