Dream Catcher
With me, always
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Even on days such as this, your name tugs at my tongue.
Clairvoyance would surmise that your presence in my head is your mirror.
Logic begs otherwise.
If it makes it easier, I will believe it.
Pretense keeps your name in the back of my throat; no one wants to hear it.
Silent microscopic cracks spread in the shell I pretend shields me from you.
Ever the persistent one, my companion in sleep.
About the Creator
Skylar Callahan
Hoping I can bring a little joy, fun, and escape to my readers. The genres of my writing are vast, as I am still getting to know myself as a writer. Thank you for your support! Happy reading!
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