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Aug 2019
This morning
I woke up,
looked down at my pillow,
and hoped that my dreams would drip out.

They didn't
and now you are stuck in my dream
that I will never see again.

B.K.
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bk  18/F/Neverland
(18/F/Neverland)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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