Haven’t written in a while…

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An orphan dream was standing barefoot
In a corner of the mind.
The roof was leaking
and there were no lifeboats.
Only thoughts hanging
like clothes on hangers
Or bats in caves-
Blind and helpless in the light.
There was a dream trapped in a corner.
Pale blue,with ridges,
So thirsty it barely moved.
Its death was as inevitable as bad weather.

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