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anonymous thinker #1

I want to talk to you about dreams.
Not the American ones, but the other ones.
Sleep, that is - real dreams.
Where, inflated in my mind, lives vivacious and buzzing make their way from one night to the next.
Where unconscious my mind leavens that which is censored beneath the lemon sun.
Where darkness and murky smog puddle my memory
when I awake.

30 May 07

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