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Aug 2012
A dream so vivid and vile...
Love ceased to exist.
Happiness  banished to exile,
and heartbreak left to persist.

Do dreams presume to foretell one’s fate?
Or simply explore the mind in every fabricated way?
Time shall tell, and one must always wait.
Though your nightmarish departure has caused much dismay.
Hillary Shepheard
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Hillary Shepheard
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   Relenymous and Kaity Morris
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