IN DREAM'S EYE
I had a dream about someone who accedently had your name. You didn't
have honey-colored eyes and you didn't have any shape. You were a premonition,
the wind, a silent word. There was just a little bit of you. Diluted. Actually,
I don't know if that was really you, or I added that interpretation later. However.
You were laughing and your vitreous laugh spreaded through the meadow.
But then you came, and spoiled everything.
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