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i wake and sit with these dreams, of day, of us

i wake and sit with these dreams, of day, of us
because i cannot fathom you at night
when i’m too alone to see the world in a darkened room
without your light to drag me
into fits of you again;

i wake and sit with these dreams, of day, and of us
and when we talk, they’re shattered
by your words of/to others and i’m just dumb
in front of your life, because i will always hide
behind you.

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