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ani
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but she came too late or maybe too soon...
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delial
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it's always the best ideas that i forget the quickest ..
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User24
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that's true, delial
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pipedream
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oh yeah...so i sleep with a notebook, because the best ideas come in the half-awake state of the mind...the limbo between consciousness and dreamscape where all the wonderful things glimmer and float in the greyness, as ephemeral as a breath and yet just as precious.
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and like a bullet she blew my mind
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endesire
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like an idea she came to me and like a bullet she blew my mind beautiful. i dont even know what to its just really nice
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knot meat
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across fields of seeds and dust and green that i had forsaken as familiar. there was understanding in her ashened bare feet. her kiss was a question no answer could satisfy. instead, more questions, always more interesting questions. "could one piece of snow eventually fill every possible space in a snow globe?" like an idea she came to me. like a dream fleeing an avalanche, running from some ending like space at its edges. like an idea she came to me, and i would be blank for days later. trying to bring the world to that place she held me, or else spread her throughout the world.
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jane
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she spread her wings & landed on my inner cranium leaving footprints that promised to never leave me alone & the desire to see her again
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but did i dream her and then awaken? or did she imagine me and change her mind?
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Death of a Rose
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And i lost my notebook that should have been beside my bed. Now she fades from my mind, just a breath exhaled.
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what's it to you?
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