UNMAKING BEDS
I USED TO SLEEP IN
REMOVING THE SAFETY BLANKET
LETTING AIR IN
UNDER MY SKIN
FORGETTING NIGHTMARES
CREATING DREAMS
MANIFESTING
A NEW REALITY
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