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I used to wear it like a bruise
purple and blue
Now I realize
I lived in the stomach of dreams
until regurgitated
like so much bad dinner
a pattern on the pavement
for onlookers to interpret
Today I live in the heart of dreams
an idea not yet realized
a day not yet dawned
not even the victim of circumstance
just unaware of how
the sun sets
without me to draw the curtain of its day
to think of those days
does not invoke regret or sadness
nor disappointment or disdain
just a stain of indifference
and not even that fits
because now is so light and heavy
in all that it means
significant
I suppose that leaves yesterday
with insignificant
and that means apologies
are a thing of my history
an option left to the victim
I left behind
......now I survive
now I'm alive
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Author notes
I never doubt you
been sitting in my head for days
and believe it or not
the bones have turned to dust
x
A contest entry
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sounds like a wonderful place to be...in the 'heart of dreams'
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there are too many lines that i adore from this one... sigh... i love you
<--- this is for being you, a survivor 
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this is so beautiful.
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this is abit churny, like knots almost untied and unbound, yet still there is a nervous pause as if waiting for the butterflies to come but but still knowing that butterflies are beautiful and okay to have too..
i'm glad you've buried some of those bones, not good to carry too much in your 'suitcase of life' i know this.. sometimes we have to throw it out, give it to charity shops or just burn it.. but in the end it all turns to dust
very deep miss m.. me be liking..
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