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<p>What do you see in your sleep?<br>
Layout of your very room barfed with dusts,<br>
Sickening smell and a metropolis of cobwebs,<br>
Then a voice standing like a reaper<br>
To pull emotions into drip of deeps. You see everything<br>
Behind your creaking door. Creaking door. Creaking door.</p>
<p>Winds walk with their fingers aloft<br>
Making pacts to put you in your dreams;<br>
They bend the back of trees and<br>
Turn leaves into noisy trekkers;<br>
How would you see yourself when you cannot think or feel or protest?<br>
But you hear…every drooling dirge, every mourn, every everything</p>
<p>You come into your room, in dreams or reality, you do not know<br>
Like yesterday, like every other day,<br>
You tried to speak but your tongue is tied<br>
You waited for your wives to see you are home,<br>
You wanted to console your crying children, to plaster your presence in their mouth<br>
But your fingers are feeble dreams, hopes that cannot hop…</p>
<p>You watched time swift, everything before you<br>
Becomes sun in deserts, rain in rivers, you in no particular terminus<br>
You come into this room, you find your dog bark and then leaves you<br>
With the winds and the creaking door<br>
Only they know you have truly come home.<br>
You see everything<br>
Behind your creaking, creaking, creaking door.</p>
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