teenage dream

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Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state. A tourist in the waking world,
never quite awake. No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber. Until
I realize that it was you who held me under. Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows
of my eyelids. Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone. No more calling like a crow
for a boy, for a body in the garden. No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.


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