i really, really, really can't remember last nights dream. at all. i may not have even had one. so nothing to say. or talk about. no dream. no fun.
goodbye
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built upon dreams and pencil shavings
this city is my mind. all pearly white and starkly empty
this is my creative piece for the final portfolio of my writing one-twenty-one class. in this blog
I will be keeping a dream diary and creating sketches or poems from the sand that these dreams leave in my eyes
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