I dreamt;
faraway from the shore
It wasn't scary
but horrifying enough
to snatch my hopes
The boy stood
oddly familliar;
the scent, the visage, the guise.
It isn't vague;
rather lucid.
I percieve something horrendous;
I recognize the boy
I shouldn't be dreaming of.
-5:46am lcd
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Poetry"i have nothing to write i am not even free not until i find the sugar for my coffee"
