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I remember a dream Late in the night The eve of lucid thought Cleaning a park Black and red Sketched in like a middle school doodle My body was paper Flimsy yet malleable In the edge of the park Parked on granite steps Third from the bottom Was an old man I approached with careful steps Gazing at my legs Slowly raising his head toward the sky A moment of brilliant silence The man began to laugh Unrelenting Never stopping to breathe Pointing at me My essence I hit him But my bones connected Into nothing I awoke To red All-around The kitchen floor Is it my turn To clean?
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
[Dreaming of Red]
I remember a dream Late in the night The eve of lucid thought Cleaning a park Black and red Sketched in like a middle school doodle My body was paper Flimsy yet malleable In the edge of the park Parked on granite steps Third from the bottom Was an old man I approached with careful steps Gazing at my legs Slowly raising his head toward the sky A moment of brilliant silence The man began to laugh Unrelenting Never stopping to breathe Pointing at me My essence I hit him But my bones connected Into nothing I awoke To red All-around The kitchen floor Is it my turn To clean?
#demented#red#dream
Chandy
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Chandy
23/M/U.S
Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:00 AM UTC
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