Pictures colliding.
So fragile
Is the world of dreams
floating in our heads
Images fight for control
In our minds
unaware
In a moment they shatter
To Pieces
The dreams are spilled
On the floor
Soaking wet
from noting but a mirage
I can see clearly now
Now
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