Dreams

Dreaming 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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