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From the wick.

Sleep is where I find the worlds that want to exist.

I just really wanted to write a love story about ghosts at an abandoned carnival.

It's sort of a poem about a song about a person. She's off somewhere being amazing.

An idea that came about while I was pondering sleep paralysis and ghosts.

Something nice.

Time is a feeling, and it's the only thing that the distance between us is measured in.

This poem is over 7 years old now. It's probably my oldest poem that I still show people.

Accidental list poem.

Inspired by the way we communicate, and what we never really verbalize to each other.