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Tag Archives: wishing
i awoke from a dream in the dead of night. this on my mind. * * * shared moments in darkness suggested, stolen but always squandered. a refuge in this detached loneliness, you’re nothing of permanence just fleeting in the stupid immature hopes something more might be but in reality nothing can be, nor will be as all things [...]