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Jan 2013
I dreamed of heaven once.
Once.
It was nothing I'd ever seen before.
It was full  of clouds and constellations
It was magnificent.
Everyone was beautiful,
Everything was beautiful.
Then I woke up
and shed a tear,
because I'd realized a truth I've always known.
My dreams, aren't prophetic.
They don't come true,
and that scares me.
A lot.
Miranda Marie Mayer
Written by
Miranda Marie Mayer  Omaha, Nebraska
(Omaha, Nebraska)   
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