untitled july '18A Poem by prettybrettybreezy, blonde waving dandelions like a wand too young to know that dreams are called dreams cuz as long as you're awake they won't come true not the way nightmares do and reality is not a show but they'll never tell you so they'll just chew you up, spit you out, swallow you whole, cook your soul. serve it up on a plate so before it gets too late go back to your waking dreaming state
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Added on July 4, 2018 Last Updated on July 4, 2018 AuthorprettybrettyLawrenceburg, TNAboutBrett 24 TN, USA agender/nonbinary pansexual Sicangu Lakota Native American OCD, BPD, & ED I've been using this site for 10 years to record my poems. I don't write to be good at it, this .. more..Writing
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