I've been dreaming
Someone else's dreams
I know the places
I know the people
But the healing is off
And so is the wounding
The colors are drab
The smell is foreign
You are hardly ever there
And never as you could be
So by daylight I come here
To write the dreams
The night won't give me
Sunday
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The last stanza went straight to my heart. It's also quite terrifying in a way- self alienation permeates these lines (at least to me).
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Wonderful!