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Jul 2016
The night is mine.
Dreams instead of reality,
Full of unreality.
In the dream I fly,
Like a bird up high.
Hugging the loved ones,
Before they are gone.
Just some wings,
No other things.
It's all I ask,
For my core dream task
#dreaming #night
Ceeam
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Ceeam  Europe
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