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Nov 2014
And therefore,
dreams never come true.
Never the slightest chance
we would laugh together.
Admonishing, threats, and loss.
It didn't have to be
while the clock was ticking.
Nothing meaningful outside
these rude clans.
Only would we cut our teeth as we spoke.
Never knew
bigots
would be able to rule.
And therefore this opportunity was nothing of what
I dreamed of.
Luna Casablanca
Written by
Luna Casablanca
334
   --- and Devon Webb
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