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Dreams

by @vinca

Not too far If I stand up on tiptoes And strech my arms out I can feel it at my fingertips Like fireworks Or shooting stars No, it is emptiness Do I Really Feel? Who made me "me"? Could "I" ever be someone else? Do I really feel? No, not at all. It's only emptiness Not fireworks, not shooting stars They are high above And I roll in a pit Covered with mud If I even dare to look above... It's only a dream Do I Really Feel?
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Jul 20, 2018
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