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Jamison Bell
Poems
Mar 16
I am the fuzziest peach
Your dreams have no meaning.
While you were sleeping. Your brain, lacking external stimulus, did its own thing.
There's no mysticism, no foretelling, and not an ounce of deeper reflection.
Get over yourself.
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