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Mar 2014
As my body fades into sleep,
I enter the realm I seek.

Where you go to be free,
Where you run with the pack.
You are wild, a wolf at last.

This is the realm of happiness,
It does last.
Forever in your heart,
Awaken to reality's death do thee part.

Thy pack is joyous,
bounding with glee.
To see you stand there,
Transcending.

My eyes are grey,
As the wolves take.
Whatever they can,
In this valley of the wake.

Thy dreams are precious,
To one and all.
They will silence you,
As you fall.

Silence, My brother.
Innocent sister.
This time has come to pass.
When you run with the pack once more,
Look for your soul's fast.

Awaken into reality,
Your mind returns.
Another day dawns,
To gain is to earn.

Good morning my friend,
Hath dreams kept thee well?
Archaic one is thee, Fall into sleep.
Red Bergan
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Red Bergan  24/F/Anderson, SC USA
(24/F/Anderson, SC USA)   
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