Every dream succumbs to the fairy tale
and twists itself around the shatter truth
lieft behind in our childhood.
Classes laid concrete,
cushion against the angst,
superimposing bourgeois academe
on country familiarity.
Breath inhales words,
straddling the dictionary,
the concept experience brings,
and every moment defining itself.
Relationships saunter
wearing your dad's Doc Martins,
face value unntered in disbelief,
gathered dust like collected books.
Every trust is belayed,
reinvented, gargled like salien
and ingested, only to warrant solitude.
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