Me when they play my jam
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In my dream
In my dream she lifts a small black fungus: heart shaped. Construction continues.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream they mention how they like something “silly and middle of the road like rosé”. “Oh.. that’s me” I say, accidentally dumping an iced glass of rosé over the desk and speakers.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream he’s nearby.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream no more delay: it is time to walk the miniatures of the five lofts I’ve been hired to build back across the fields.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream it’s blown but I am in joy.
Me when they play my jam
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream the buildings in the courtyard are close together and brightly gelatinous.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream overgrown.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream the chemist’s living room is full of old cool stuff.
Me when they play my jam
In my dream
In my dream across all the roofs of the town ranging in size from a bird to a building: snow vampires.
Me when they play my jam
