DreamsA Poem by NyanachiDreaming I was someone else, when all realities swallow me. everything I am feels dirty, yet life itself clean. and there's no soap. and I have no bubbles. nor do I know if i need them. those footprints behind, how many tears will it take to wash them? songs feed my legs and thats how I move. pink in the eyes, crawling under my own skin, I sing to you.
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