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Jun 2014
In my dreams,  
It was always you and I,
You and I always.  
Yet things seem to change,
A dream cannot stay forever,
It drifts away as morning comes.
And as the day comes and goes,
The dream fades from memory,
And is forgotten just the same.
Our nights have long since passed,
But as the darkness of sleep comes,
The dream returns to haunt this peaceful mind.
James Morales
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James Morales  32/M
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