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Category Archives: Santa Cruz: Dreams
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Moose tip toeing tightrope; I’m so sorry
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I stared blankly at the screen, hungry
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They passed around shot glasses of sacrament
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I held his hand a moment longer
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I saw him but i did nothing
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Feeling a little happy on a bus.
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I didn’t look but found him anyway.
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I woke up but was never asleep
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couldn’t see my reflection in the mirror
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My teeth are crumbling out my mouth.
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Walking up, up infinite flights of stairs
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Being chased in a pitch black room
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I pulled frog jaws from my mouth
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I dreamt of being chased by strangers
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Saved from shadows by love and loyalty.
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Me and some soldiers shot hella pandas.
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I was with my boyfriends son Camdyn.
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They fell into and left it behind
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His arms. His hands. Someone else’s face.