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wheel turning & sailors' knots in lace, how can we know we are awake or dreaming? can we trust memory, memento? foglands i shadow thru playing a solitaire game of you chasing ghosts down long corridors bone knife between the ribs spiced w/ flutter eyes open shuttered keepsake memories under a musicbox dancer layered in dust
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Such dreamy and creepy descriptions here, Michael.
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You know, I didn’t even realize how creepy it might read until you said something. But you’re right…
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