disorted dreams

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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...

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May 17, 2007 18:30Angel of Music

interesting...

December 1, 2007 00:41.:side:walk:.

very creative!