I want to call out, but then I can't say your name.
I want to play, really want to, But not at this game.
I wish I knew what to say, wish I knew how to speak,
How to walk and interpret the hieroglyphics of sleep.
I wish I was normal, yeah if only- you know I am not.
I am not warm, nor am I cool. I'm ice cold or red hot.
Speak to me with the poetry experienced in dreams.
I cannot understand, but I think I get what it means.
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