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The Places We Live

Today
Is the only day
We have.
Now
Is the only time
We own.
The future is full
Of fresh tomorrows,
Yesterday, inevitable
And long gone.

Dreaming
Is like pointing
A kaleidoscope
Into the sun.

Memories;
Just old paint
That is starting
To run.

Fantasies;
All in our mind,
A moment of fun
And then done.

Reality,
Though sometimes dull
And full of pain
Is the only place
We are truly
gods.
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