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A dream

I had a dream
where I
looked into a
magic mirror
and saw
no strawberries
falling from the
blanket above.
 
In my dream,
there
was not a drop
of red
anywhere on the
ruler.
 
In my dream,
paper
no longer flew
out of dark
caves
into the yellow,
ready
to cut straw
berries,
but rather flew
to put back
together a mirror
smashed to
pieces.

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