[T H I S I S R E A L]

This is real
As I type this, I want you to see my world
Because I can feel it so clearly

I walk down the sidewalk on a hill in october
Jack’o’lanterns decorate the houses
Leaves in orange and brown cover the street

The sun comes out and it gets warm
But the wind is still refreshing
It smells sweet, maybe like apples

I hear kids playing and cars driving
A squirrel in a tree and a dog barking
And in my head plays my favorite song

I taste mint bubblegum
I smell sweet perfume
I hear birds singing
And I feel myself walking

And finally, as I look at myself in the mirroring surface of a kitchen window
My head can make the connection
Between me and my reflection
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