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Wishy Washy
It's raining fears
and we all stand
in different puddles.
Me, I drown in the sounds
of my own nightmares
and wake up in cold sweats
wondering how I got there.
They scream and scratch
like out-of-tune violins
and I'm starving for silence bare...
...the noiseless air
that relaxes the ocean into a standstill,
as the waves subdue into watery whispers;
how I wish the elixir would come
and wash me of these
blistering dreams.
