dreams limbs drop aches and shivers shake me awake
falling on knives knees bent eyes shut scream myself sober
grabbing you fleeting rubbing disappearing moments between fingers
fearing the unknown "peace" becoming time in vain i fear the dying my living makes
the breathe i breath nowhere to go spiteful forms it takes
if i'm an illusion, i must be dispensable to you too
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