dear world,
why are you so obsolete
when my dreamworld ticks on time and
in perfect swing with the water doves?
dear world,
your tilted axis caught us in a landslide.
in my dreams i transformed you human.
you walked with a limp, with your
eyes shining blue-green.
your skin that just-bitten color of rose
when they come for us,
we'll hold hands and plead ignorance.
and if ignorance opens old wounds?
insanity.
but mostly, we'll plead
love
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