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Dreams are dark purple   So lacking-light they're nearly black   They are vibrantly ultraviolet So thick one breathes them in    You can taste them in your lungs    Heady, intoxicating A whirlpool of purple ideas in a turquoise sea     Schools of merfolk glisten silver,                                   flick through your sleep         waltz in your mind Dreams are luscious fruit     Pomegranate seeds bursting in a spray        Of bright red, like fireworks        Just sweet enough not to pucker your lips        Just sour enough not to curdle your tongue Dreams are soft fabric     Warm like cotton      Smooth like silk       Sensual like velvet Blankets to cuddle and wrap up     til just a nose is left peeking out     eskimo kisses with snowy air But always, above all, Dreams are seductive    one must crawl out    clawing at the waves    Escaping up to lighter shades Hitting air with a gasp. A shock every morning. Heart pounding pulse jumping Every morning I must ask my self Between the dark luscious soft seductive sea And the cold rushing gasping heart attacking air Which is the dream?
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
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Dreams are dark purple   So lacking-light they're nearly black   They are vibrantly ultraviolet So thick one breathes them in    You can taste them in your lungs    Heady, intoxicating A whirlpool of purple ideas in a turquoise sea     Schools of merfolk glisten silver,                                   flick through your sleep         waltz in your mind Dreams are luscious fruit     Pomegranate seeds bursting in a spray        Of bright red, like fireworks        Just sweet enough not to pucker your lips        Just sour enough not to curdle your tongue Dreams are soft fabric     Warm like cotton      Smooth like silk       Sensual like velvet Blankets to cuddle and wrap up     til just a nose is left peeking out     eskimo kisses with snowy air But always, above all, Dreams are seductive    one must crawl out    clawing at the waves    Escaping up to lighter shades Hitting air with a gasp. A shock every morning. Heart pounding pulse jumping Every morning I must ask my self Between the dark luscious soft seductive sea And the cold rushing gasping heart attacking air Which is the dream?
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Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
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