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upon this non-existing ceiling, projected
a rejected vision

these crystal thoughts
her clarity of mind, shattered
like glass

no glue can mend what they broke
no patches
nor bandages

she needs sleep to heal
a slow slumber, a quietude
to wake
finding the dawn of reclaimed dreams

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