Is This Real?
Catching cradles and sewing bows
I want to see a cat and crow
Chasing each other over moons
In my dreams
Instead of doom
Cracking eggs
First make em' boil
I want to feel
Sharp tin coil
Could it flood my hand, full of bones?
it will make me feel
like I am real
Love me lots
Be mine forever
I want to feel
Like I am clever
In a book that I wrote
I do not feel like I am real
I am human
It is hell
I want to scream, I want to yell
But no one--not one seems to know
I hurt myself 2 days ago
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