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Jan 2013
Sometimes I dream of two large doors
But the doors are really mountains
And I’m stuck in between them
Floating in a sea made of dirt
And I can’t swim in dirt
Because I only know how
To swim in water
And I can’t move mountains
Because I only know how
To open doors
And I feel like I will float forever
But eventually dreamers wake up

Because all dreams end eventually
Cara Samantha
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