Aubade for Reality.

I am weary with your words,
wake tasting dreams on my tongue.
Leftovers from a night spent
feeding possibility down pipe dreams
to help my hopes grow.
I nurture them nightly,
as hard as I try,
with the opening of my eye,
they stay dreams with dawn.

-Alex W. (first draft for NaPoWriMo 10/30)

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