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those neglected words
its how things are, and how things feel, and how things fell.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
one of those dreams.
she awoke in a grey dust,
back stiff and limbs cold,
her white cocoon made of porcelain.
rolling over the side,
she stumbles into a mixed upworld,
there's a bathtub in the living room.
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time.
dont mix and drive.
one of those dreams.
suspected.
rewind.
call me princess.
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throw away your birthday suit.
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