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Jan 2019
dreams are just dreams
until they mean something
promises are just words
until they're broken
your heart is just an *****
beating inside your chest
until one day you find it's left
behind a gaping hole
your dream the night before
now foreboding
i'm tired, but dreaming has become less fun
D
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D  25/Canada
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     Perry, Boi, - - - and Rich Hues
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