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Aug 2014
During the wee hours
when all is in dreamland,
dreaming of a dream
that seems so real

I lay awake
trying to do
the dream
they dream

As the clock
strikes a quarter
past infinity

my soul
wanders
if
I
am
st
ill
aw
ake
or
z
z
.
Jane Echaure
Written by
Jane Echaure  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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