Unexplored Dreams
The thorny flower unfolds
Distant, shifting, broken hearts
Flues and emotional colds
Quickly stiffening body parts
But still seeming so fake
Seeming so plastic and never awake
The prickling parts are dead
Scabbing of sores and unopened doors
My minds continually fed
Pitchers of whores and untraveled floors
Still seeming so fake
But really it's real and always awake
Unexplored worlds await
I'm hoping it isn't too late
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