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Apr 2013
Vibrantly radiant,
once was I called.
Long ago that was,
long before reality met me.

It was a cold meeting,
between reality and dream,
because all I can do is dream,
and those dreams are so warm.
But reality is cold and calculating,
indifferent to how you feel,
and it dulls your shine,
until you shine no more.

So when they met,
the warmth left,
the shine left,
I found myself lost.
Jacque Vincent
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Jacque Vincent  Baltimore
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