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Dreams ( a poem )dreams are but dreams. they come and go. and most never make it to be our realities. we can imagine and see what we want in our lives.
how they should be. what seems to be. but then again they'll only remain vivid memories of a thought once viewed. now gone. we can close our eyes to return. but as we all know closing our eyes. just makes us blind of the real place we're really trying to hide from. -Bernard Rodriguez
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