Saturday, January 17, 2004
I dreamt a dream of a beautiful princess with skin of chocolate and eyes of jade.
So perfect. Why must I be tempted by something so out of reach? I don't even have hands for this. I strummed away all day to a dream of Dylan, all the time dizzied by a dream of my own. Even Bob's dream's are more likely then this.
At least his are paved. Mine seem to have no path.
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