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Apr 2018
This dream this
Fantasy of mine
Remains unrealized.
Like the sun in a broken season.
I long for the summer heat
But the center of my world
Slips away as the cloud break
Thickens again and my sky is gray.
This dream becomes
Like rain in the desert
To this ever thirty man,
Before I can drink
Your waters slip through the sand
And I am left unquenched.
This dream, this fantasy unmatched,
Is forever out of my grasp
Written by
JJRKelly  24/M/Chicago
     Wordmancer, J and Syraph
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