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Daydream


I am sliding and splashing
against the walls of my mind.
my fingernails scrape the edges
and bend backwards, too weak.

I can feel the cold breath
crawl across my chest as
I open my eyes.
It futilely pulls the air
from my lungs.

And my hand lay cold
against my stomach,
unable to protest.


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