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It turned out to be one word. Otherside. It seemed right, too.

How long how long will I slide
Separate my side I don't
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat
It's all I ever

I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the Otherside

Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I've got to take it on the Otherside
Take it on the Otherside
Take it on
Take it on

Turn me on take me for a hard ride
Burn me out leave me on the Otherside
I yell and tell it that
It's not my friend
I tear it down I tear it down
And then it’s born again

How long I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat
It's all I ever 

And now after she had finished reading it, she had goose bumps. 
Too much of the Steve is all, really, your brain makes connections like it’s doing now you’ll end up a deep space cowgirl before you know it.

And anyway, it really had less to do with her dream and more to do with Lisey’s Story.
All except for…

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Cemetery where I marry the sea

The sea… the sea was the part that was all her and none of King. At least, as far as she knew. She was almost done with the audio book, and there was only a pool. She’d seen an entire smucking ocean.
And the cemetery was all his.
It was in fact what “married” the three pieces. Song, snippet and story. Lyrics, dream and book.

Didn’t help that you also saw conspiracy theory last night, either, now does it?
She could rationalize till she had no rations left, it seemed.

Be Yourself came on, and she listened to the blurred notes, the words unintelligible, but she knew this song well… and she frowned as she heard another voice joining in, off-key…
She jumped when long arms wrapped around her suddenly, and a stubbly chin rested atop her head. Her boyfriend (silly word that is... but what else do you call him?) squeezed her and asked her what she was up to… rather how much she’d gotten done.
She started at this, realizing the lyrics where still on the screen. It looked as if she were drifting in ADD land again, after the long, serious talk they’d had earlier, the kind that made her feel as if he thought of her as a child… made her feel 10…

“Sorry, I just had a spark. I had to see this really quick.”
“Otherside.” He said, sounding slightly interested.
“Yeah, I just didn’t want to loose it…” she said quickly, switching windows back to Photoshop, Fluidmask, rather.
“We don’t want that, now,” he said, standing and turning away. She knew what he meant 
(going off the handle going bonkers wilin’ out bugs)
and she quickly added “no, I meant I didn’t- I didn’t want- want it to go… away…” she stammered a bit and drifted back into her work as he returned to his office across the hall.