There are some things
That seem so dream-like
As if they'll disappear
If you blink an eye
They leave you wishing,
Wondering, why?
As if something real
You can never find
The things I wanted
But were never mine
Only seem to drift away
Meant for another place in time
I only wonder if somehow
These things could be defined
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These things, they are the fabric of life. They are those things that we live for.
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My Midnight: A Second Collection Of Poetry
PoetryThis is my second collection of poetry.
