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room; i stumbled upon
a black laced cloth on my eye
a half remembered dream
wake me up when it's over
insipid mind cocooned
doomed to pick up the pebbles
of somebody else guilt caged
a fragile eggshell sanity
so i buried myself
of fiber cloth and metal
and taste the silver noon dust
so someday all the alloy birds fly
and leave me alone
so i will hear the clanging
on spring waving goodbyes
and see them by the window
of a half remembered dream