

THEY BURN THE BRIDGE AT DAWN2/28/2009, 2:01 AMTHEY BURN THE BRIDGE AT DAWN
The man down the street screams at his mother with widows wide, expletives filling the smoky air as a taxi pulls up, only to wait wait wait, waiting for someone to finally retreat from that terrible house next to butterflies and steps from graves wait for her, wait for him, imagine them fighting Who will leave? Who will pull back the troops? They curse helplessly into the night, the woman never heard only the son fighting with her as though it was a bar and surely he is a drunk and a fool and a cad and a lecher for who screams to wake the dead if they are not doomed to join the lost souls cursing lif
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-When i'm asleep do i really remember how to fly?and forget how when i wake up?or i'm just dreaming i can fly?
-when you dream sometimes you remember.when you wake you always forget
-but that's not fair...
-No...
{the Sandman-brief lives}
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