teenage dream

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Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state. A tourist in the waking world,
never quite awake. No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber. Until
I realize that it was you who held me under. Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows
of my eyelids. Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs.
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone. No more calling like a crow
for a boy, for a body in the garden. No more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world.


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“We had individuality. We did as we pleased. We stayed up late. We dressed the way we wanted. I used to whiz down Sunset Boulevard in my open Kissel, with several red Chow dogs to match my hair. Today, they`re sensible and end up with better health. But we had more fun. - Clara Bow.”

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