You’re having a moment
A breaking point of sorts
You killed her dream
Or rather
Her dream died upon your demise
Dreams come and go, but
To dream is divine
She needs to dream, but
Your tragedy is my ceiling
A dreamslayer, an auctioneer
Darkness is your highest bidder
Buy yourself a dream
It won’t mean anything
The blood keeps pumping
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society, women
psychologistmimi 
‘Auctioneer’ looking for A ‘Highest Bid’ to ‘Build A Wall’ In the Panhandle where i live as someone yelled ‘Crucify Him’ ‘the
Crowd’ Cheered
And ‘Pilot’
Laughed only
Here can you
Get Away with this…
As Easter Mass Repeats…
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The dream delivered, the nightmare fought back
The nightmare softened, the dream corrupted
The intention perverted, the result condemned
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Grade A
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Dreaming for some keeps hope alive 🙂
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That is so true!
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