Dreams forged in warmer climate
send whispers to greet me in the cold
they have no sense of sight yet when they sleep
sheets they weave become a tender blindfold

Fantasies created out of thin air have no texture
still my rugged skin tells different stories
they feel no sense of taste yet bitter tongues
engage in sour meals for hollow glories

Somewhere they lost the ability to fear
cries for help turn into laments left unsaid
they have no sense of touch yet tightly grasp
all the doubts thriving nowhere but in my head

Curtains blocking out the light outside my heart
open timidly onto a play for no one to see
trapped inside the scars of lost embraces
that rest, waiting to forget how to be free

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