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I dream of you, by a white oak tree. I dream of you, i dream of you, i dream of you. There is a ribbon tied to the tree. I don't know the connection, but suddenly it is lost. You open your mouth and there are words flying through the air, gaps between your teeth, pauses in your ribs, and i still can't see your face. I dream of you in a white shirt, beige trousers. Pretty bland, holding out your hand. But i am not on the ground, i think you cannot see me, I am flying up here, my darling, up where i am free. I have no tether, i am not portable, I am free. I dream of you, i dream of you. I dream of you where there is no keyboard in my hands. Where my fingers can touch you, Where i can connect to you from within and without, and you can feel my skin to yours. But there are words floating around me in the air, I cannot breathe, I am scared. I dream of you. Silently i dream of you. Obstinately i dream of you. Sacredly i dream of you. Ritually i dream of you. Petulant i dream of you. As only dreamers can do, As only lovers can do, when dreams are love, and i am a bright red balloon.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
Bright Red Balloon
I dream of you, by a white oak tree. I dream of you, i dream of you, i dream of you. There is a ribbon tied to the tree. I don't know the connection, but suddenly it is lost. You open your mouth and there are words flying through the air, gaps between your teeth, pauses in your ribs, and i still can't see your face. I dream of you in a white shirt, beige trousers. Pretty bland, holding out your hand. But i am not on the ground, i think you cannot see me, I am flying up here, my darling, up where i am free. I have no tether, i am not portable, I am free. I dream of you, i dream of you. I dream of you where there is no keyboard in my hands. Where my fingers can touch you, Where i can connect to you from within and without, and you can feel my skin to yours. But there are words floating around me in the air, I cannot breathe, I am scared. I dream of you. Silently i dream of you. Obstinately i dream of you. Sacredly i dream of you. Ritually i dream of you. Petulant i dream of you. As only dreamers can do, As only lovers can do, when dreams are love, and i am a bright red balloon.
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC
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