The Last Man

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Daniel Aries

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Panic

Riding a bike seeing through stoned eyes, Confusing and reflecting like sugar crystals.

Lucid

Sometimes while flying through dreams I have to catch my breath and suck in the wonder That surrounds me. Inhale the purple clouds, Exhale the golden lining that rests like syrup on the Buildings below. I feel the urge to make a mental note Of this so I can return here next time reality pushes me home To sleep.

Desperate

Shoving, laughing, toxic Breath is smothering like a blanket For the lonely sunsets that came before You rushed in here, so expected.