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in_my_dream
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sans nom
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i found two perfect words that fit together keeping me in my sleep i was hording them like a treasure the sound of pairs of feet in hallway and in room above disturbing the quiet of chilly morning shaking me from the reins but these two words i knew the people awake didn't couldn't know them never heard them locked into my senses i think i was smiling in my sleep these two words from out of the thick smoke of dreams two words fit together like a picture puzzle shifted sand from eyes out from under covers i have no translation they are gone now like a rainbow that has been shattered by the retreat of light and eyes filled net empty with something i thought captured
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031012
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Death of a Rose
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Beautiful! Two thumbs up!
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031012
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ferret
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we were together, and we both loved it. we sat under that tree and talked all day. and fell asleep under the stars where nobody saw us. and it was the best night of my life. and i need it to happen. in real life. or surely i'll fuck myself to the max...
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031012
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notme
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i was in vancouver she told me she was dead my old friend
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040505
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Syrope
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someone was waiting for me everytime i remembered that they were, i smiled not the impatient waiting, but the loving encouraging kind i don't even remember who
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040505
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PrincessParanoia
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i was loved.
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040505
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wcw
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i was so happy i was flying i was sparkling in your eye i was so so happy just_another_false_alarm
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040505
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kookaburra
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in my dream, i was enough.
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040505
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ethereal
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he's always there. in my dream.
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040505
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notme
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i was in moscow i praised the dictator pretending to be one of them party headquarters we sat at a long table preparing things for the troops
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040506
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notme
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super tall aliens
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040507
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Deomis
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everybody died...again.
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040507
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pete
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... i awake, cold and alone. i awake hugging the blankets closer, all three, in the absense of the warmth from my dream, the trees havent opened there leaves they havent yet smiled to the sun. no instead they hang there in still motion existing with such sickening flavour. disappear and reappear the stars have their homage in the night, alone stumbling in the dark out of the house, into the park, up that tree where i can see the stars laid out before me. call out to it, in my dream my waking dream called life, ask it for a sign that it is still there still shining, in any compacity... wish upon the fallen twig, a coast of trees sailing dreams into the night sky here from my haven tree the spot before my dreams just past jesus rock... the silent night, the party's shouts a wish a wish a profane prayer... hello hello hello hello forever i know you will be there...
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040508
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notme
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somebody whispered chechnya
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040509
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monee
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i keep finding myself in the city months and months repeat dreams different bc place, north shore, walking suspension air and my sister, there, and oh, i don't know it's all weird, familiar, rare broadway, bookstore, houses, nightfall years and years and falling back through homes
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041231
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nom
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in my dream i am in my dream
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060404
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nom
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i_am_in my dream
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060404
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nom
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my_dream
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060404
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nom
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it's weird
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060711
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nom
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everything_is
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061219
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tat
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my boy was having us all at his Grandfather's house at the beach, who/which doesnt exist. and like a bunch of mad random people were there.
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061220
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nom
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victoria keeps being in kitsilano
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070105
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pSyche
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I was trying to escape from marrying my father.
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070105
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pete
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i know i have to dream, it has something to do with putting the potassiums and chlorides (or sodiums or something) in their proper places and such, but, gods, i can't take those deaths, tortures, and mutilations (emotional and physical) any longer. give me silent dreams that'll let me sleep through the night. i'm falling apart, unable to sleep more than an hour or so at a time.
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070105
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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