only when i run hands upon your image, when my mind rests in your shadow do i feel real myself have i ever told you how beautiful you are, how my heart stops beating, my brain forgets how to breathe, my hands tremble or my teeth find my lower lip as i gaze upon you […]
i believe in you it’s me that i have trouble realizing half masked phantom of my own dreamscape cloaked to hide in shadows you are real while i am fabricated from the scattered scraps of cloth blown against the cyclone fence
are you real really real or did i dream you up am i real really real or an illusion in a funhouse mirror if i hold my breath and squeeze my eyes shut tightly i can hear the ocean thwump tiss thwump tiss if i hold my breath and think really hard really really hard […]
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