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May 2014
The dream always starts the same way
Me slowly drifting down the old river
A cigarette in my mouth and
A boy calling my name

My hair flowing behind me
A perfect blend of red and gold
Seductively cute lifeless smiles
The river keeps curving round and round

Down I fall into a convenient rabbit hole
The water tainted with my attitude
Purposefully tempting me to go
Down
            Down
                        Down

The feelings don't go away
Just because you wish they would
New feeling bloom like beautiful flowers
Eyes sparkling with newly inspired desire
Waiting for the curtain to rise, and the act to begin
Emily Helen Culver
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Emily Helen Culver
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