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Jun 17
Dreams are like a closed doors.
They switch places with a real world,
while the people usually know.

In the moment, sad.
Sad long.
Dog.

Tomorrow will be better.
But can tomorrow.
Just don't change.

I dream,
and so the dog.
Changes with a fall, summer.
And.

Flowers.
Written by
Jakub Zoltowski
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