This Dream
I offer you my pain
As I continue this dream.
Pages turn and pages reflect.
Were you so beautiful?
My memories may have tricked me.
I sometimes ask you in my sleep,
How I should be.
I continue to run in this dream I have created.
And when the Rain falls around me,
I open my mouth to taste it.
Oh Papa, it is all blood to me.
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