This is a little different version than the one i posted on PA
The Other Occupant
I wake up in a different place every night when she goes to sleep whatever was on her mind forms my surroundings her friends and foe dance around me faces blending together locations shifting like sand purple and telephones and freshness door chimes and Oliver and orange struggle to make sense of it all pick out the story she could write what she can say to her boss work through it for her let her heal from the day’s noise because it is my job I suffer through this bundle of tangled colors, threads of chaos that she may live in a straight line when I end the dream and tell her to wake up
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This is a little different version than the one i posted on PA
The Other Occupant
I wake up in a different place
every night when she goes to sleep
whatever was on her mind
forms my surroundings
her friends and foe dance around me
faces blending together
locations shifting like sand
purple and telephones and freshness
door chimes and Oliver and orange
struggle to make sense of it all
pick out the story she could write
what she can say to her boss
work through it for her
let her heal from the day’s noise
because it is my job
I suffer through this bundle
of tangled colors, threads of chaos
that she may live in a straight line
when I end the dream and tell her to
wake up
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