I dreamed last night that I was writing a story for
ashlyme. All I can remember is a garden and sunlight on a web of raindrops. Some bricks. A painted door. And something dead, but I don't think that's unusual for either of our stories or dreams.
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- 1: Does it seem slow to rain? Does it feel like soft moss?
- 2: Now let's listen to a conversation between two English actors on the subject of Warships Week
- 3: How am I supposed to know what's real?
- 4: And we'll find you a leader that you can elect
- 5: The ocean is faithful and the Devil's a liar
- 6: I'm aggrieved the hours I've lost I could have spent with my love
- 7: Melting outward like a movie burning on the screen
- 8: We've found where the divide is thin and chosen the other side
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