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So I had this dream and you were in it.
We were laying in the street,
an unused street, a street by my home
and we were just laying on it, facing the sky.
We were having the best conversation... and I mean ever.
The conversation probably wasn't even about anything...
but there was just this great rapport between us
that made everything super-terrific-fantastico.
I was having this *GREAT* time and so were you
and we were being ourselves.
But then it all went wrong.
And then I woke up.
I felt sick to my stomach
and cursed this wretched thing we call hope.
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So I think I was trying to... save you, or something.
From what, I don't know. From things that weren't me, I guess.
I'd pick you up and put you down somewhere until I thought it
wasn't safe there anymore either.
And then I'd pick you up and move you again.
At least I think that's what happened.
I can't be sure,
I was
asleep
after all,
but that's what I think was going on.
I think that was it.
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