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in the dream
if you get killed
you are dead–
but are you really?
in reality–
or are you  just
a snowflake in the globe
stuck for eternity
or waiting,
waiting for you to walk by
and pick me up
brake my glass
free me from my makings
or  are they mine?
maybe yours - maybe his
are in the globe with you
deception is the light fog
inside the globe,
cloudy in a way
it is on a rainy day
after the cool rain
or snow –from the globe
that slipped through your
wet hands, on that icy day
or was it warm?

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