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Lucy, Dylan, and Me
CSuth

I dreamed of her once
 1
On opposite ends of my bed
 2
In a bare room we sat
 3
Sitting naked and cross legged
 4
Small breasts and skeletal diaphragm
 5
Expanding with inhalation
 6
Falling down in quiet exhale
 7
Radiating not sexuality, merely humanity
 8
 
 
In that brilliant mind of hers
 9
What was happening?
 10
She was lifted in cosmic chaos
 11
Worlds were being created
 12
Moons were forming
 13
Stars were dying
 14
How could all this fit
 15
On my small bed?
 16
 
 
She read me a poem before puberty
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She made me shy away from her beauty
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Remembering not a single verse
 19
I asked her if she still wrote
 20
She did not reply
 21
 
 
She makes love to Dylan
 22
My friend, mentor
 23
Platonic lover of man
 24
Disembodied poet, who sings to us
 25
I questioned if she loved Dylan
 26
She did not reply
 27
 
 
From time to time
 28
We make awkward eye contact
 29
If it suits her she smiles
 30
I wondered if she loved me
 31
She did not reply
 32
 
 
Drunk on a beach with Dylan
 33
We talked about humanism
 34
Entered the pneumatic realm
 35
I demanded to know if she loved anything
 36
She never replies
 37

21 Aug 08

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this is beautiful, and i love it so much.
 — Dinosauraus

It was me made love to bobby, and yes i do love him
 — OKcomputer

Lovely
 — larrylark

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