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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. 
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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. _____________________________ 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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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
awww... dang dude... you always know how to pull the heart strings  |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
thanks soup. Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth, |
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brneyedgrly Senior Member
since 2009-06-08
Posts 1125nowhere and everywhere |
very tender, p  don't wait for the storms to end~ |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
He was you (could be)... a mirror-dream, beautifully expressed! Love, Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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viking_metal Senior Member
since 2007-02-02
Posts 1337In a Jeep, Minnesota. |
thanks, brown eyes. Margherita... You are too kind. Always. You are wonderful for that. P Thirty bits of glass had become my teeth, |
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