"Eat-Me" By hush-im-here@deviantArt.com
dreams at the door
so I mailed them to myself.
there is so much more to me
than this skin, this
me, I myself, we
hold fast to dreams as if
they were to leave
tomorrow, yesterday today
the same, my dreams
are the same, always
fleeting never ceasing
to drift down the stream
of cognition to my
heart.
And when I go to get
the mail
all I had hoped for
is sitting
at my door step.
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