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Peculiar dreams?
join the club.

peek a boo moles and
mountains
and holes to fall into

dudes that are naked
girls also nude
I look only to see that my
eyes have been glued
to the sails of old windmills.

and flying,
oh
falling or flying
it all seems to tie in
to the oceans we live in
and the cities we die in.

the therapist tells me to
keep dreaming and sells me
another four sessions.

coffee time.

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