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Aug 2021
the dreams
come in light
bright burning light
evaporating my eyes
bringing darkness
a relief to the light
but a curse of blindness
who could've thought
dreams
would show me
reality
Snow Selmon
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Snow Selmon  20/M
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   Autumn
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