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It was a dream |
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I had This room was in the middle of a sandy plain |
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The walls were gone but the doors and windows remained |
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At the side of the bed were soft cushions |
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Two-dimensional ships like ocean liners sailed across this desert |
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As they passed, their huge bulks disappearing into a thin line |
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These ships were always full of people facing windows |
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And sometimes find their problems seem like a day's work |
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Following deep tracks, the boats kept passing by |
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Came to an unmanned sort of harbour |
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Stood on the sand in no water [ ? ] lowered its doors |
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And one by one the ships descended to the sand |
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And sailed off in different directions across the desert |
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The carrier was then refilled with ships arriving in perfect time |
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I watched seven or eight of these drop-offs |
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And realised the process, the ships and the people within them never differed |
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I thought about following any of these ships to the end of their journey |
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But suspected |
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I would end up back here |
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Or a place so similar that |
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I wouldn't be able to tell the difference |
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I can't sleep in this bed anymore |
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It's like a padded cell |
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The sheets are too tight [ ? ] |
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A man of your success |
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I'm tired of it [ ? ] |
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Walked over to the window |
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Climbed on the window-ledge |
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And jumped out |
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I wasn't scared |
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I know I can fly |
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A quiff, a whiff of smoke, an empty egg |
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Roses north (I don't know how long we'd been waiting) |
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A front room (Endless hours, weeks, years even) |
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Lino, yellow formica (We didn't know) |
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Lots of milky tea (Only onward, forward, inward, in, over a field) (I don't want to do this) |
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Unmatched to match the unmatched plates (The sun sets in the west) (I really really really don't want to do this) |
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Straight-backed chairs (This is where we started each night) (You made me do it) |
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Steamy glass-pane window (We could only travel at night) (Bang bang bang on the door) |
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Warped door, |
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Embassy No. 6 ashtray (We would conceal ourselves in the missing light `till darkness fell) (I awoke, ran downstairs) |
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Chewy chop (Nobody knew where we were) (A letter dropped to the floor) |
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Toasted cob, mustard (Where we were going) (I bent, reached) |
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Crinkly-cut chips, bendy fork (A vague sense of direction) (Swang open) |
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Polyester, pink gingham ([ ? ]) (Cracked my head) (Nothing told us where we were) (Unconscious fell) (We always somehow managed to keep a straight line) (I awoke, the dog) (Licking my dick) |
