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Jan 2019
A gorgeous, if sullen landscape
This place past thought and mind
A dreaming world I've found here
Lost to the notice of time
As I stand here, on this precipice
I wonder to myself; Will I wake
When morning breaks, or shall I
Ride the qualms of this vision?

It doesn't matter what I think
For the sleep slips away regardless
Morning comes, I greet the sun
And wish again for the night
I'd rather stay dreaming most of the time
Samuel Canerday
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Samuel Canerday  24/M
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