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The Story of my Daydreams
Oh,
Daydreams,
They came back
But the fantasy was gone
They were alive only at night
Frightened of daylight
Moon captured them as the stars
If you saw the stars tonight
Then know
They were my dreams once
Now all I have is ashes
Not from smoked cigarettes or burned houses
But from my bones
What became broken
While my heart was trying to escape.
Friday 20th February 2015 9:49 pm
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