dream
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If you hear me grant me peace for a minute. I can not live with this chaos. I am a dim flame that dances to keep others warm. Do you understand? Do you even care? Is my voice like the morning birds singing their tune; do you listen for your amusement? If we are to believe; we
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The sound of the ivories being played lifts attention to my beating heart. The melody so sweet and without charm pierces my senses. I sing out into an open space, finding myself in a clearing where my wilted flowers lie. A once beautiful meadow built for color and life. I blame the sun, the moon,
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Maybe coincidences happen But your curiosity is a burden. I want you to take a moment, Like I took a year. Calling out to the old times I need to know, what survived? With a kiss of nostalgia We are staring down a two-way mirror. Take your minute to see me, As I get my
Wishful Thinking 