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Jul 2017
Your brain
cannot dream me
it's dreams   on its own
not even I can control it
it happens

I

F
A
L
L

from the sky
never hit the floor
just wake up
mostly on my own
sit on the bed
place my hand on my head
think of what means nothing at all
get up shower, shave
and my day goes on

All the things of the day a cure.

SUrrEALology.  ***.
LoVe you hellpo.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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       Elizabeth J, Kim, Keith Wilson and Paul Hardwick
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