Words spoken to me in my blurry minded, milky dreamlike sequence...

Unable to discern a viable and tangible comprehendible sentence.

Speaking babble to me in my dreams..
to come in and slip through the seams...

Another dream too corrupt for your speech.
Slipping into the places where no one else can reach...

A smile and a few kind words in my slumber..
Since it seems that you have my dreamscapes secret number...

01/16/2002

Posted on 01/16/2002
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