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: And I'm sorry that I forgot that binders don't go in the dryer
- 2: And where the arrow leads, you never know
- 3: Trying my best to arrive
- 4: The earth is too smart for us to break through
- 5: Cigarette, Alka-Seltzer, career to the back of the place
- 6: So can we say we'll never say the classic stuff, just show it?
- 7: Did karma do you justice when you're down and out and lost?
- 8: The rose will grow on ice before we change our mind
- 9: I can see the alchemy
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- Style: Classic for Refried Tablet by and
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