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A passion for dreams
runs me awake
your home river,
constellations of cities,
and summer night skies.
My last dream
mirrored in
your eyes

(I’s)
All that we’ve lived
in the distant lands
of our own hearts
for the
eternity
without a
prayer
Can’t we live our lives with
our hands clasped together
for all and for ever?
before our
faces drop to
the ground, our
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