disorted dreams, by a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad. |
screwed up mixed up i cant see no matter how much i try i have this dream every night and at the end a fugure? a person? i awake to wonder all day who? when? why? anxouse to go to sleep to see the figure to be comfortable to be stable when i find you i can see the figure its me... |
Posted: 2007-08-29 02:00:11 UTC |
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2007-05-17 18:30:50 | Angel of Music |
interesting... |
2007-12-01 00:41:54 | .:side:walk:. |
very creative! |