you will never know
what’s in my dreams
even I
am not sure what they are made of
the ghosts that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don’t see
*reposted from December 2022
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you will never know
what's in my dreams
even I
hardly know
the ghosts
that travel in my head
yet everything is there
that we don't see