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Apr 2015
if dreams are born of brain waves and thin air…
and every dream is a prayer
every prayer is a penance
every penance a stone
in the foundation of life

ain't it funny
how brain waves
and thin air
can become stones
and stones can turn brain waves
into thin air…
Written by
Jack Chicago Dykstra  42/M
(42/M)   
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