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Nov 2017
in this dream the air was sweet, not bitter or sour

in this dream we were gods making gods every time we believed in a great higher power

in this dream everyone's heart was on each other's sleeves, made of gold but breaks like glass

I do not know if I dream to much or dreamt to little but in this dream there are no such things of dreams but visions waiting for its moment to exist
Luis Liriano
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Luis Liriano  19/M/Brooklyn, NY
(19/M/Brooklyn, NY)   
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