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revea
I thought I saw you gleam...
In my dream. Somewhere in my dream.
You were there within the reach of my hands.
But I don't understand.
Why do you always do what you do?
evenings
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falling
so I give up
I soar the night sky with the wings made of my bed sheet only to wake up to my own cry as my bed sheet flaps desperately to gain height like a dying fish going for that last breath of death...
Story of my life...
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