Each of us has a hidden story

My heart aches
as it sees the vivid pictures
The dream is false
yet it is so alive

Little interaction between us
Yet it seems it just happened yesterday

I buried the skulls at midnight
The skulls pop out when nobody notices
so I bury it again

I keep my mornings free of skulls
by tending to the smiling baby sunflowers

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