In my dream
there was this boy
I was supposed to save.
He was going to be beaten.
I abandoned my cans of white spray paint
and ran after him in the university's corridors
stopping people and asking.
He was always ahead of me
and I was always just a step behind.
I woke up before I reached him.
Somehow,
it felt important.
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