I let the broken memories of my
lucid dreams dance on my skin.
They keep me wondering about things
I see your face
It is moulded into my brain electrons
that spurt an unwanted image
I smell the scent
Your pores seep into my nostrils
and I remember your prickling on my lips
I despise the vividness that
haunts me and I cringe
at the bitterness
I long for a forgetting day,
those are the exhilarating ones
Ugly things and beautiful things
coexist inside my tainted self,
it’s a horrible curse
and I don’t seek its education
As I watch children play
I crave the existence
they own in that moment
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