Last night I dreamt
in a past life
I was James Dean
and you were my sports car
a sweet Porsche baby
I cleaned and sparkled
and rode around
and pulled out your dip stick
and checked all your fluids
and I loved you
I think you loved me
and we paperball crumbled
together
at the side of the road
I died in you
and you wrapped around me
it was a dream
past life
loved that life with you.
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