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WiltingMoon Jun 2016
Dreams are little kisses from the clouds of gold, that never sees my lips.
Little drops of the purity called sleep.
Unknown... Almost forbidden, to my weepy eyes.
Its unfathomable touch, a world wide secret, only kept from me.
Never kissed, never loved.
Sleep a distant memory in this sea of intertwined demon's, that huant my ghostly eyes.

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