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Apr 2012
Last night
I left a dream worth dreaming.

Abandoned
A single moment fleeting.

Running, flying, fleeing.
I left.

I found myself with nothing.
No one, and no feeling.

I was without
But had no wanting.

I was alone
And peacefully undoubting.
Written by
Jesse Wright
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