Average Rating 0.00 (0 votes) You must login to vote walking in my dreams, hanging on until that gray waking hour. the desperation to cling on waves in the wind like a misled trampled flag. volumes upon volumes of dreams i've had, and none can compare to the real. all of these connections i have made, all surmount to the cracking whip of actuality as it's blow sets in upon the place where my heart is exposed, for all of the world to peer in.

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