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True and False

Who is to decide the difference between reality and dreams.
I mean who says which one is real?
My dream about rabbits jumping from the ceiling …
felt more real
than the kisses he planted on my lips last night.
Was he a dream come true?
Maybe.
But there wasn’t a whole lot of truth involved.
He doesn’t love
but rabbits do jump,
So I’m just asking who it is that gets to tell me

what's real

and what’s not.

Comments1

  • sylviasearcher

    I enjoyed this, it flows well with gentle cynicism



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