twenty-four
brown hair and eyes
lover
not a friend
not nearly
only far beyound
I pulled your shoes off
then managed to pick you upright
you just flopped in one motion on my twin bed like a caught, dead fish
you told me you were slightly schizophrenic
I believed you
then I slept beside you
I do remember, you rambled speedily slurrishly one time
I shook you until you snapped out of it
You told me your dreams were vivid
Well, so were mine
sept 30 08
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