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Each new dream,
An unfolding of canvas and memories,
The panicked paint seeps through levels of consciousness,
The reality of this fantasy confuses me,
The colors are so bright,
Every shade is two shades brighter--
The trees so green it's blinding white.
And the separation seems so blurry--
Between fun and fury,
The rage and fear just disappear,
Into puddles of pure delicious delusion.
Each past event now circumvents--
In one rainbow firework of love and hurt,
The colors flow and fight for the foreground,
But the sky appears so clear,
The sunbeams twist into tendrils of something unknown,
The form of the dreams flow deeper,
But the sleep stays the same,
A refuse from the weariness of the world,
An entrance into subconscious sanctuary.
An unfolding of canvas and memories,
The panicked paint seeps through levels of consciousness,
The reality of this fantasy confuses me,
The colors are so bright,
Every shade is two shades brighter--
The trees so green it's blinding white.
And the separation seems so blurry--
Between fun and fury,
The rage and fear just disappear,
Into puddles of pure delicious delusion.
Each past event now circumvents--
In one rainbow firework of love and hurt,
The colors flow and fight for the foreground,
But the sky appears so clear,
The sunbeams twist into tendrils of something unknown,
The form of the dreams flow deeper,
But the sleep stays the same,
A refuse from the weariness of the world,
An entrance into subconscious sanctuary.
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