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The woken up dreamer. The swerving bright and viscous
Colors disrupted in their slow and hypnotic motion’s ambition.
Legs angle one hundred and eighty degrees steady,
Lifted taller. Fingers cave into fists if necessary,
Or open into palms with the expectation to attract
The empathy you’ve inspired, there’s little under that
To contend into a disappointment before death’s rinse
Strolls in to dissolve the borderlines of our skin
And its scars, the big wound…