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Sep. 25th, 2002 04:47 pmEvery night, the dream is the same...
At least, in its tenor. The details shift, and I wake up on the edge of the bed, clutching the mattress where I've torn the sheets off.
So many things that just aren't articulate yet.
At least, in its tenor. The details shift, and I wake up on the edge of the bed, clutching the mattress where I've torn the sheets off.
So many things that just aren't articulate yet.