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my swag, my life - my life, my swag

6 am, the first cars rushing by on the street outside. i write 'dreaming is a skin: i rub my dream against the other'. even if you never read these words they will follow you, like a benevolent spirit, always next to, above, in the shadow of this dream. you watch as i braid my hair, dance on the pillows. i feel reckless but i must assume morning will bring a different feeling altogether. tonight like a needle, a sword, i sharpen that feeling.

SY august 2009

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