I moved water with hands of water
Category Archives: OMA: Dreams
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No face no day but you ran
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I asked you to read yellow fish
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Clouds shifting left. Faster. More left
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If you saw me now again alive
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crawling through cracking, makeshift, multi-colored, airplane units
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of her, blue-eyed blondes, introductions to sex
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mascara and butchered genitals, craving blissful novelty
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the guilty mouths understand but one thing
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sink filled with teeth that don’t belong
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baffled with the knowledge of my name
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you reset – told me everything over again
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in the bathroom mirror, attempting to shed
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only red, yellow, and prying eye avoidance
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escaping it by boat and air balloon
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his hand trailed along, only to meet prevention
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unending corridors – face to replace your own
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explosions of rotted flesh, spilling maggots & pus
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Candid morning thoughts with some unknown dictator
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forced relations with diseases – tumbling down hills