May 18, 2004
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Nightmares bend down and whisper a soft kiss as I wake and leave before I knew they were there . . . floating away into the depths of my mind where they cannot be seen touched or remembered.
Damn I need a dreamcatcher.
“He went to Paris searching for answers that bothered him so . . . some of it’s magic some of it’s tragic but I had a good life all the way.”
