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But a dream

The walls are green
Baby shit green
With holes and filth as decoration
There's a spot in particular
That seems to bleed
In reality, it's a spit stain
One I've never cleaned
It appears in my dreams
That fluid
Always the same
Always catching my attention
But I have a new eye
I see this grand perception
I like it
These glasses of mine
No longer obstruct my vision
I'm not handicapped
By nightmares
I see a golden morning
Though I've only just awakened
Written by kourtnissixxx
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