In the architecture of my dreams, I can't find refuge, I can't find a map.

My waking life is fraught – fear and convalescence pervade the day.

Those same emotions make respite at night elusive.

Skin comes off my hands, I am afraid to touch something.

If I touch you, I could loss your reality.

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