you were a dream I painted and wished to own

The Art Of Painting	So my dreams are more than real	It turns out wanting something doesn't make it real	why don't poets kill each other anymore?
I had forgotten the bear's name, and could not find my way home to the Thousand Acre wood	there is an entire universe swimming in your sink	November 13, 2010	Dream Log: January 9, 2003
I need to hold your hand. I'm getting numb.	Indestructible	Can things really change?

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