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We laid on **** rugs, And creativity flowed out. Finger tips to minds, Like making love, We made music. I slept with you, And turned into a spider A vine, And rooted myself Into your dreams The kind of dreams, You try and fall back into After the daylight has woken you. Squeezing eyes shut, The window growing smaller, Darker. But oh! The reality. My dreams, in all their dimensional glory Living beauty, right beside me Privileges, An art gallery without a Do Not Touch sign Fluid art, I caress until I’m reaching through it Until in envelopes me, Until it is inside me, Watering the vines You already planted. -Taylor
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
Our roots have intertwined....
We laid on **** rugs, And creativity flowed out. Finger tips to minds, Like making love, We made music. I slept with you, And turned into a spider A vine, And rooted myself Into your dreams The kind of dreams, You try and fall back into After the daylight has woken you. Squeezing eyes shut, The window growing smaller, Darker. But oh! The reality. My dreams, in all their dimensional glory Living beauty, right beside me Privileges, An art gallery without a Do Not Touch sign Fluid art, I caress until I’m reaching through it Until in envelopes me, Until it is inside me, Watering the vines You already planted. -Taylor
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Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:44 AM UTC
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