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Nightmarish Dreams

Shut eyes bless me with green grass and never ending skies
Universes I can bend and paint till the contention of my heart
Until daylight creeps up and pops the bubbles I blew in the night
With a thud, reality creeps in
It’s vines like a beanstalk squeeze and crawl all over my existence
Suffocating me, taking my breath away one exhalation at a time

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