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Jun 2017
Looking through the images in your mind
The colours fade from great to grey
Is it that you are trying to find
a better start to the day?
It is beyond a dream, it is a pain
a pain that will never go away
Look back, examine those images again
and you will find that they start from grey
the colours will explode into view
the black as the ace of spades stays
leaving such a vibrant hue
which will paint over the dismal days.
It is beyond one's imagination
It is somewhere in-between
Beyond one's expectation
it has gone past a dream.
Written by
cheryl love
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   ---, Paul Jones and ryn
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