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I dreamt you visited me-- showed up on my doorstep, hands in pockets There were birds chirping and the sky was mute I showed you around and didn’t hold your hand- the bluffs, the chapel, the abandoned house, a heap of doors inside, by the sagging staircase. I woke up before I could answer your question.
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
Doorstep
I dreamt you visited me-- showed up on my doorstep, hands in pockets There were birds chirping and the sky was mute I showed you around and didn’t hold your hand- the bluffs, the chapel, the abandoned house, a heap of doors inside, by the sagging staircase. I woke up before I could answer your question.
emily-clarke
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Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 2:22 PM UTC
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