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Daydream
March 19, 2010
I’m tired of being tired and I’m tired of no inspiration in my eyes.
Because I can see it all so clearly but I cant touch it and that is torture.
But its beautiful so I crawl at it again.
Sandy lines and fragrant trees are behind my eyelids.
They keep me occupied and asleep.
Hazy and comatic.
Like a slurry dream, and oceans of sleep, keeping me breathing heavy steam.
But I keep on and I keep on again.
Because Fake rules are better then reality.
© Dat L., Worcester, MA
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purple_people_eater2 said...
on Apr. 8 2010 at 2:08 pm
i agree. this piece definately caught my eye. and i really enjoyed it. keep writing:)
Mr_Anonymous SILVER said...
on Apr. 5 2010 at 9:40 pm
I love this poem. It is different, and caught my eye immeadiately.
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