Three things are red-
My lips
The rose that you gave me tied on my wrist
And the passion between us as I
Brush you closer.
"You're a dream," I say-
"This will make it so very hard to wake up."
"I'm a dream," you say-
"I'm more real than anything you'll encounter when you wake up."
Black and white,
Like life.

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Beyond every shadow
Peel back the layers
And there you'll find, under
Crusts of dried dreams
A memory-
Slightly moldy-
A breaded thought left out
Of the fridge for far too long.
But cut off the hard parts
And you will find the fruit-
An image of us,
Making silly faces and laughing too hard
To take a picture.

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It's almost like my life the past few weeks is in review
Before the memories leave my mind
They turn themselves inside out-
Like shirts fresh out of the laundry
And then disappear,
As socks do in the dryer
Oh, if only it were that easy to dismiss
And say that you were a clothes cycle
I once watched go round and round.

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It'd make it much easier for me
If you would stop running through my mind.
There are marks on my cerebrum that read Nike-
You have become that frequent a visitor.
I'll start to do something that, I'm sorry,
But doesn't involve you
And you start lacing up your jogging shoes.
All right, fine- run on-
But one of these days would you mind staying?