dreams are explosive these days. and throwing knives just makes more holes i'll later need to fill. you know the vodka tasted like cheap wine and you think i'm watered down, too. [no, it's quite the contrary. you must understand, i see it all.] but where do dreams and reality collide? if i were to wake in a swirling dome of neon pinks and oranges,
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