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I could never count stars   as they were always shooting point-blank at my forehead... Hollow point dream killers,    my eyes open pools of despair..                        The night shone, within the white pools,    non-reflective reproductions of desperation.. Every sheep that jumped over that        hedge... Face hugging the granite of my                 dried up lake of sweet dreams.. I'm still awake....
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
No More Sweet Dreams
I could never count stars   as they were always shooting point-blank at my forehead... Hollow point dream killers,    my eyes open pools of despair..                        The night shone, within the white pools,    non-reflective reproductions of desperation.. Every sheep that jumped over that        hedge... Face hugging the granite of my                 dried up lake of sweet dreams.. I'm still awake....
#dreams#sweet#lake#desperation#repoduction#white
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
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