Dream Reality

The crimson walls,
Surround me with familiar faces,
Leaving my mouth tasteless,
Of what I had the pleasure of,
Today the images appear once again,
My muse sets up this reality,
In an instance words are utter,
And changes the way I look at the faces,
The colors in this rainbow,
Are blinded by the distinction,
In it I sought asylum,
No inspiration of likeness exists.

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