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I’m not sure

I want to know

The clouds

I sit upon

Aren’t real

Or the lips I kissed

Are stone

And that my heart

Is still beating

A lonely song

Don’t wake me

From this place

To steal

What joy I have

Even if conjured

From a junkyard

Of dreams

I prefer to sleep

©Entirety 2016

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