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Hues of red, orange, violet, and pink
paint rivers of color across the expanse of blue.
Those majestic mountains and cliffs
extend miles and miles into the infinite horizon,
waiting to be explored.
The ground is as soft as fleece and as white as snow;
nearby, a lake sings the songs of summer.

There is a castle in the distance
built out of colorful, transluscent crystals.
Inside is a little girl, the queen,
creating whatever dream her heart desires
(ignorant of the horrors below).

Fantasy and I race across this world;
this world is absolutely mine.
My heart is yours,
my mind is free,
and I am ubiquitous.

This is the world that I see
sitting in my car, on my way home,
looking up
on a beautiful evening.

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Stagnant water drips from the ceiling;
The rhythm calms my racing heart
I swear, the world is after me.
I keep hearing those voices.

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That crystal vase just fell and shattered;
now the pieces lay on the ground.
No, I won't be cleaning it up this time.
But I still do, and I bleed.

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I'm like the cat who chases mice,
only because science dictates it so.
I'm like the doll that is never touched,
sitting idly but so perfectly.
I'm like the flower in your garden,
so carefully tended with a pair of scissors.
I'm like the forgotten photo albums,
merely a figment of the past.