when I sleep
I have had dreams where I’ve fallen
deeply in love with strangers
lucid worlds covered in ice,
the sun reflecting off the seine
faceless passengers in a world I can’t define
a coma sleep blurs the lines between
a world I love and a waking state I hate,
where do you go when I open my eyes?
do you remember me for who I really am
or am I forgotten forever
will we meet again in the strangest of places
or have the lines blurred so badly
severing the connection that fused
us together in sleep
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