The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

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Maybe our dreams are prophecies

Maybe the earth shakes and shapes in our subconscious vision

Until what we have is what we've always desired 

Something we know better than anything

That you can trace like the veins on the back of your hand or the crook of your neck

Maybe our dreams are gateways

Maybe they connect us to worlds we could never begin to understand

But ones we endlessly love

Even if we only peer at them through peepholes

With an unsatiated desire to see their entirety for one night