you dream
about a tornado,
black and tight,
ripping
through the alley
way.
your long
departed dog
is in the dream
and a woman
tv star that
you can't remember
her name.
she's wearing
a very short
dress
and kissing you
madly, making
plans with
you.
the dog is barking
as the tornado
lifts
the neighbor's
roof off.
you don't know
what the dream
is about, but
you are very
disappointed
when you wake up
with no woman
there, no dog
at the end of
the bed, but
there is a wind
pushing
the wet trees
against one
another out
the window.
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We all need private space. Borders that should not be crossed. With out that balance a person can't breath.
the pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle...b. dylan
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