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Two dreams

The first dream,

A white expanse of perfectly square blocks of rock. Different sizes, connected through ramps and staircases but all impeccably white, exactly white, without a spec of any other color. And a sky so high and blue, so far away a cool, so absolutely clear.
The three of us scape from the school, we wear our uniforms, ne the ridiculous plaid skirt and they V-necks and ties, we ran . . . no we are on skateboards? One big skateboard, with the three of us on top. Flying over the whiteness and square-ness of it all, laughing our triumphant escape.
And to be totally honest, I had never actually looked as good in my uniform in real life.

Second dream,

Ben is driving a bus, and I am inside it.

 

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No poem

Inspiration escapes me,
The muse, frightened at the sight of me runs away,
I don’t know what to do,
I panic!
My poem is not a poem,
It’s just a thought.
Maybe sex,
Maybe love . . . No!
Maybe blood,
Maybe death . . . Yes!
Death?