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Jun 30
Do you still dream of things
you want but cannot have

But you think you could've gotten
if only you were good enough

These nights are awfully quiet
without the chatter of your old dreams

The crickets chirping
a moth banging on the window

No you can't get in
just like I can't touch the flame

Inside my memory
that lit up my room

In the sound of bedtime stories
Written by
zestree
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     rick, Anvita and SleepEasy
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