Sleeping here, between these pages.
Lidded eyes lay content
within this pen
yet I'm dying in my nightmares
ceasing to exist within my dreams.
I'm sleeping here,
fingers reach out to touch the face in the mirror,
my face, my mirror, my dream.
I'm dying here, within these pages,
lidded eyes disintegrating like paper.
Words rotting into the dirt.
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