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What are these dreams trying to tell me?
Every night another chapter.
I need to pay attention.
Things have been happening for a reason.
And a shred of truth is right on the tip of my tongue.




SO WHY WON'T IT BE SAID ALOUD?

A red sunrise.



just a part of nature we choose to deny
can't you tell I was birthed from the sky?
birds everywhere try to teach me to fly
but wings are not a human way to get by
we drag our feet, and let our dust say goodbye