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viking_metal
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In a Jeep, Minnesota.

0 posted 2009-07-15 05:43 AM


I dreamt of you
I dreamed that I talked you into loving me.
I dreamt that they walked in on us
and I wasn't embarrased, I was proud.

I dreamt of you
I dreamed that you didn't mind
that my bed had no sheets.
I dreamed that you hadn't shaved in a few days
and you cared as little as I did.

I dreamt of you
I dreamed I told them to close the door
and I left to get you one of my shirts.
When I came back,

you were gone.


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Bad Habits. (series)
This is less a poem, and more an instance. I wanted to record this dream before it disappeared.

P

Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth,
They were breaking each and every time I tried to speak.

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1 posted 2009-07-15 09:49 AM


awww... dang dude... you always know how to pull the heart strings
viking_metal
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2 posted 2009-07-15 01:03 PM


thanks soup.

Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth,
They were breaking each and every time I tried to speak.

brneyedgrly
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nowhere and everywhere
3 posted 2009-07-15 01:50 PM



very tender, p



don't wait for the storms to end~
learn how to dance in the rain...

Margherita
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4 posted 2009-07-15 05:35 PM


He was you (could be)... a mirror-dream, beautifully expressed!

Love,
Margherita

"Love is the One who masters all things;
I am mastered totally by Love."
(Rumi)

viking_metal
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since 2007-02-02
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In a Jeep, Minnesota.
5 posted 2009-07-15 05:49 PM


thanks, brown eyes.

Margherita... You are too kind. Always. You are wonderful for that.


P

Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth,
They were breaking each and every time I tried to speak.

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