People pass
As I stare into infinity
Others see it as a simple napkin
Placed on cold ceramic countertops
I'm dreaming of them
Eyes open
The water in my glass slowly stirs itself
Condensation on the rim
The scent of warm food overwhelms them
But as for I
I'm still asleep
Eyes Open
Undefined thoughts
Dreams
Nightmares
Of them














Comments
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I'm a bad gift in pretty wrapping
I'm a backwards Sour Patch Kid
I'm the best kind of awful
I'm your favorite drug
The Savage Nymph in ~hrtznaoplz!!!
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