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Jul 20, 2009
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STOLEN HOURS
STOLEN HOURS
Where are those dreams I dreamed
In the womb of night
Stolen hours from reality
Visions mine alone.
Replaying scenes with those
Who
Have gone before.
If only for a while.
Sweet imaginings of future time.
The pleasures I once knew
In dreams I dream no more.
— Geremia, Jul 20, 2009
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Nordic cloud
16 years 10 months ago
Sweet sad joys and I love