

the living dreama sound upon my window pane i look outside a shawdow darkens the lawn only the hint of a red rose is seen and i know whos there i know whos waiting my mind swells with consequences but my heart sways methe living dream
swifly to the door i go recieving lovers arms into the darkened night we venture knowing where it will take us yet not knowing where we're going under the moonlight the grass holds us it sucks us to the ground then a warming sensation hits my neck and the stars collide and the moon fades to nothingness and everything is meshed in black and white ex
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thinking of you wherever you are...
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Impossible is only that which has yet to be imagined.
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