The sky looks fake tonight
Clouds painted with pastels and a moon
Cut out from fabric
It’s a sign of things to come
And dreams we never achieve
Like wanting to draw super heroes
Or photograph emotions never felt
Instead I take crumby pictures of
The fear of getting caught
And realizing that the dream is over
And I’m stuck in a book store
Living my days friendless and fragile.
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