you glide
swiftly
with grace
of an
extinct
bird
on the
fringes
of my subconscious

my hold
on you

loosening

with

each passing
second

I don't know

if you are a dream

or a nightmare

the dreamcatcher
I hung up near the
window

forgot

to trap.

I got no chance
to see your face

if you are a possible
lover
or
a killer.

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