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what happened
A poem tumbles out of Amy Marguerite in the half-sleep of morning, when dreams still linger.
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dinner parting
The aftermath of an Essex Street dinner party. Desire beautifully unfinished.
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Action potential
“I woke up from a very sweet—but also wildly revealing—dream with a gah in my larynx. Dreams, non-lexical utterances and brain analogies seem to be my primary modes of expression/discernment at the moment, especially when it comes to love. I’d rather just kiss them.”
Author: Amy Marguerite
In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.
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