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Sometimes I have dreams

Countless papers flutter about me

wrapping around me,

hugging me,

pushing me

The papers are beautiful,

sheets of purple,

squares of orange,

smiles of yellow.

And there's red.

Lots and lots of red

they simply dance around

folding themselves

into one thousand paper cranes

I love these dreams I have

and I love the papers

But sometimes it rains

And the sheets drink,

drowning like drunkards

and clump together

clawing at my flip flops.

Their colors melt

and they mold together,

brown and black

as a forgotten highway.

Sometimes I have nightmares