PIPE DREAM

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awoken from a hollow sleep
a silky void
only to meet a greater absence

spiders spin webs in my chest 
while my heart thrashes and writhes 

if I could
I would rest on the ceiling
and admire the novelty 

but even a droopy-eyed fool knows
to simply swipe one's slate clean 
is nothing more than a pipe dream

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