Cardboard Cutout

A cardboard cut out

A want-to-be,

Of a down-to-earth


Just a bit more in touch,

With reality.

Can't handle day-to-day.

And there's no such thing as peace.

So numb as ever,

I'll go to sleep.

Try to get comfy,

On the bones of my dreams.

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