Poetry / floating

floating through the traffic of people in a daze  
makes her mascara run
the street turns’to a maze
a day becomes days

being cursed with the wastefulness of a daydream
makes her forget why she’s chasing that gleam        ...of hope.
are her hands and rope
quite a seamless cope?

hair like a stormy ocean,
repetitively display their love for the wind.
dream bursts, day is in motion

she bumps into someone she’s met in another world.  FUCK.

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