Let's fly away to somewhere far away,
where peace prevails
and showers bliss.
Let's break the captivity of time,
and weave our lost dreams, once again
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A/N: We must turn our dreams into our goals, and I encourage you to do that. And a loud round of applause for those who have. Don't you think we all deserve a vote of encouragement?
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the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
