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The dreamer, dreams the dreams of promises unseen, Visions of a mountaintop too grand to conceive. A clear night of hollow stars whisper: An ode to the visionaries with the sights to bring bits of light, Even if it’s only seen from their cemetery. For most dreams are fully
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I prefer the silence, later I'll complain it's too quiet. I’m a peacemaker at heart, but I'm not unknown to resort to violence. I keep to myself, avoiding asking for help. I keep to myself, I feel safer that way. I keep to
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Who are you, just who am I You and I are intertwined in this space and time Simple beings made from cosmic dust From dusk till dawn, this life is the greatest lesson of making it along Do your dance, sing your song, life continues to move. . .forward What you
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It’s a smooth cadence. An irregular tempo. Explaining is simple. The sight brings Enchanting wonders of the mind tenfold. A rise whispers to crescendo A fall that lands on the pianissimo view of a cosmic window. A repeating pattern. Truth decorated with paper lanterns. The sky dances with glimpses