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May 2014
eyes shoot open
they dart and see
brain changes gear
as it lumbers back into
this reality

not familiar rooms
filled with strangers
armed with fistfuls of lies
andΒ what's wrong?
that is what you kept asking me

what's wrong?
I told you

nothing.

lying to myself
just asking the question from your lips
I have really vivid dreams which involve people I don't know or recognize. I guess my brain prefers strangers when it is lying to itself.
Elijah Almond
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Elijah Almond  CA
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