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Do you like my poem?
So goodbye palliative dreams of which last me but a night. I'm done feeding off of your hopeless aura, Sipping on the sweet emotions portrayed in black and white. Thank you but I'd rather spend my nights staring at the sky, Wondering why things happened the way they did, And trying to find a shooting star. 'Cause I'm sure it's quite obvious by now... I need a dream come true. |
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