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Aug 2017
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Dreams follow strange patterns:
They appear and disappear
both sleeping and awake,
And while we are in their thrall
they place gossamer
fingers on our
imagination.
And when they go
they do not go quickly;
they die
little
by
little.
Joseph Sinclair
Written by
Joseph Sinclair  London, England
(London, England)   
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