There's a dreamcatcher above me,

it filters the bad.

I'm a desert, cold and vacant, 

previously hot like Baghdad.


A wallflower with dark eyes, no petals.

The spirit is free and serene.

Heart is tied down with hard metals.


The sun goes down, thoughts come up.

She slowly breaks down like a feather.

The dreamcatcher works...sometimes.

Reckless and cautious, paranoia holds her together.


These chains will set me free. 


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