guitar
loudly
and echoing
and taking up all the space that the dream was inside my head,
that lucid space
the swiss cheese holes they filled with music
and then became
all consumed
by it
and then i cried
inside
for a moment
deciding.
and then i spoke.
taking me as more important
for i would die
by my own hand
if i didn't get this bit down.
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