the human condition:
an unravelling mess waiting.
lately ive been a dreamer.
plans to take the moon.
and settle it in my back pocket.
runaway as fast as you can.
i appear dim to let you in,
i appear lost so i can be found,
i am the shutter you close before you sleep,
i am the pools, staring across the room.
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