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Lucid Dreams

By Mo BeyPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

This ain’t reality this here is lucid

They watchin my movements

This lookin familiar but but something included

It’s dark & the next room is looming

I gotta get out to the hallway I’m moving

I get to the door & it’s unlatched

Try to open that shit dumb fast

It locks, I hear the tick of the clock

I turn around ready to give em the drop

Im alone.. door unlocks & I’m gone

I took a step but I froze

A shadow figure in front of my home

I try to run but my feet goin slow

I stop, he runnin up & I’m ready to mob

Demon gon run me this fade every time

I’m not gon play & I go hard for mine

surreal poetry

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    Written by Mo Bey