Wir sterben in kalten Laken

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Half asleep I wrote down the dreamed of the past few days like you told me and that's it

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The Chameleon

Last night I dreamed of a Chameleon
twice as tall as my arms are long
It was sitting on the belcony and
With his green tongue
slowly licked the windows

Last night I dreamed of being set on fire
By a guy
With a gun
I dreamed
Wherever I would run
The cloudes of hot dust would burn me to the bones

Last night I dreamed
of barefoot running on
sand hiding sharp spikes
With bleeding feet in this house of glass
Thy chose me to be the murderer
Next

Last night I dreamed of a tiny
white fox
Wrapped in a towel
And held by my grandma
I dreamed of not falling asleep and
a land far
from any Chameleon