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Dreams
Dreams
Perfect worlds we create with our minds to drown out reality.
Symphonies of songs we will never write playing over and over,set on repeat.
Creations, like a oasis in a desert meant to trick a naked eye.
Dreams
Everything we hope for, but also what we will never have.
Images taken with a camera, pictures never taken, except with our minds.
Perfect worlds we create with our minds to drown out reality.
Symphonies of songs we will never write playing over and over,set on repeat.
Creations, like a oasis in a desert meant to trick a naked eye.
Dreams
Everything we hope for, but also what we will never have.
Images taken with a camera, pictures never taken, except with our minds.
Published 5th Mar 2016
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5th Mar 2016 2:39pm
5th Mar 2016 2:50pm
6th Mar 2016 1:38am
I ate a mushroom
I wait to die
Nothing happens
So i go
To set myself on fire
What a wicked dream.
I wait to die
Nothing happens
So i go
To set myself on fire
What a wicked dream.
6th Mar 2016 1:48am
