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Poetry

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.

Those Dreams

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by Dynamo1203

by Dynamo1203

And the dreams

Boy, do those dreams like to haunt

They never leave you

They always come back

And whenever I have them

They stay throughout the day

Never leaving, always there

Until finally

They start to disappear

And the more time passes

The more faded they become

And just when it seems like they'll be gone

I go to sleep

And dream again