in this dream the air was sweet, not bitter or sour
in this dream we were gods making gods every time we believed in a great higher power
in this dream everyone's heart was on each other's sleeves, made of gold but breaks like glass
I do not know if I dream to much or dreamt to little but in this dream there are no such things of dreams but visions waiting for its moment to exist
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
in this dream the air was sweet, not bitter or sour
in this dream we were gods making gods every time we believed in a great higher power
in this dream everyone's heart was on each other's sleeves, made of gold but breaks like glass
I do not know if I dream to much or dreamt to little but in this dream there are no such things of dreams but visions waiting for its moment to exist
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