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Dreams of the Past

Smoke rises as red lines stream towards your eyelids. It was all a game when we was kids. Mind control is hard to maintain under the influence of the stimulant. Take a moment to look back at the past, ask. Is it funny? Laugh. (Do you) Remember the day that your bags were packed. What was it that held you back? (However) If you dwell, your eyes may flush with tears and swell. Take advice from yourself before you trust someone else. Opinions vary; everyone has a different story to tell. Why ask how the sound comes from the sea-shell.? Some words are better off left misspelled. 2002

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