Dream

Feel lifted feel gifted a sin a sun a someone to hug and hold

Feel like the apples do fall far from the tree, who knows why?

Raising my hand I am robbed last. The process is not so painful.

In my memory I was a fish, and I was fished, and I asphyxiate

Every night I like to dream

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