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Red Ribbon

I am so awake,

but so tired of it.

You sleep,

by my side,

and I weep,

watching your dreams,

all the days you have to live,

without the remains of the frayed red ribbon,

that used to hold us together.

I watch your dreams,

the way they change,

depending on who you’re facing.

Things you said,

swirl sublimely,

replaying constantly,

and I start to see the dreams distort.


and so awake,

I sing myself to sleep,

crooning a lullaby,

about how crazy I am.

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