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| Joana. |
I dreamt last night And the dream was perverted in all its meaning My fingers clinging to a chest Of someone dear, not loved Not him, someone else A friend, an acquaintance Confused sensations of obsessed infatuation A refused attention Pushing me away with impetus Pride stepped and stumped over As if I were that feeble creature Who licks your toes in pathetic adulation What sort of mind do I hold after all? |
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| MIND |
cruel evil brutal blood thirsty demonic |
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| june |
as below as above |
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| Death of a Rose | short circuits causing irrational behaviour | 040209 |