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Oct 2012
There was this dream
peaches, grapes, the ocean
a wind that spoke in salty whispers
my skin looked real, my laugh was real
Oh God, please let me make it to the water
Let me make it down the hill
but when i turned around
a black dog was chasing me
it could have been a bear
i woke up saying
no
no
no
in a dark room
true story.

(c) Brooke Otto
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