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Jun 2012
Your heart races as you watch
Your dreams are so close to reality
You can practically taste them in the air
You reach your hand out to cup your dream
And yet as your fingers curl around what you desire
It becomes liquid
And melts away in the palm of your hand
Leaving nothing
Except for a film of bittersweet memories
I remember those times
Ian
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Ian
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