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[adelinesrhyme]

I hate weird dreams.
Don't yell at me,
it's cold.

It's cold, like a punctuation.
She said.
Stuck on repeat,
It's cold, it's cold, it's cold.
I hate weird dreams.
I hate weird dreams.
The yelling and the doors without handles.
Funhouse mirrors.
I hate weird dreams.

I woke and my skin crawled across my face,
across my body,
my spine,
the small of my back,
my twinkling finger.
Eyes that I didn't even know were wide open stare, unseeing,
as recollection takes place.
Cold sweat beads across
shoulders and melts away into old sweaters.
I hate weird dreams.
I feel like the world is already done,
Merry Melody.

I thought it was Melody.
Melony.
Like toto.

I hate weird dreams because the world has already ended.
I'm tired a late.
So run.
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It took a lot to get out of bed today. Just one of those days, I think. You know?