dave :: prev :: next :: last night this morning i woke up cold my mind racing but as always i drifted off again then dreamt of you you came to me to my very door in a house i've never seen yet nonetheless mine having many weird angles and all my belongings i was pleased to see you and you had many questions why this loss four times now my soul was darkened i knew right away that we share an affliction the winds of criticism carved out a hidden shame which lead to anger and frustration but i didn't get far as someone else came knocked at the door she brought dinner as i was alone silly me i thought she wanted to talk funny, this whole thing i haven't thought about you in a long, long time... © 2002 (5 november) john r. chase
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