Dreaming At High Noon Poem by Antonio Liao

Dreaming At High Noon



i must have slept something escaped
and i do not remember what was it,

i feel empty inside, my chest feels like
nothing but air, and my mind feels like

and empty bag, and i want to go back
to certain beginnings like: what was it?

how did it really happen? why did it
happen the way it happened? i am

sleepy, and i am feeling so low, and
there you are naked, still teasing me.

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