The taste of a dream

The first bite could taste like a candied cloud,
Moving to a rich collection of unknown spices,
A labrinth,
To follow to a place you might know. 
A taste you might know.
Do you get Deja vu?
The taste now washed out by a sad sour feeling,
That rips through your whole body to jolt you awake.
Each taste still lingers in your mouth. 
You'll never really get it out. 
 

raincity

NY

16 years old

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    we're so close. 

     

    I am wrapped in the touch of another 

    suspended in a state of contentment

    and soft safety. 

     

    the lights in my room are warm

    and in the mirror 

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    is where you'll find her

    for eternity now. 

     

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