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Dreamers MAG
we were all static hair
and black holes as eyes
and our smiles were synthetic;
baggy sweaters
our state of equilibrium;
rebellion and sensitivity the anthems
we bled by
and all we were was ripped-up blue jeans
unsure limbs, starry eyes that saw everything
broken trophies like our dreams
we felt like we were well on our way
like we were different from everyone else
like we were destined to become
something
from the lines in our palms
and the things that we wrote
that we wish we had the guts to say
we snuck knowing smiles at each other
and talked about our childhood,
how we mutually disliked the word "therefore,"
deeming it pretentious, when we were ironically
the epitomes of ostentation
wishing on shooting stars,
plucking petals absentmindedly,
staring up at the thunderstorm clouds,
we called ourselves dreamers
when we were really all the same
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