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Sep 2020
If my dreams become reality;
Then my nights alone
Are nightmares
Hold a grudge because you’re mad at me
But understand poison;
Makes. It. Unfair.
Let it be if it’s meant to be
She gazed
My thoughts;  just stare
I’m a King stuck in a peasant tree
Taking flight only if I dare
DominickDemming
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DominickDemming  23/M/Bremerton, Wa
(23/M/Bremerton, Wa)   
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