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About This Poem
My World Of Dreams
Tonight my ink runs down my cheek...
It flows past my lips to a place it speaks...
It catches paper dreams that can't be torn..
Like seeing through written pages not born...
I wink my eye to brush away a tear...
Then slowly the lines fade and disapear...
I crawl away from demons that know my mind...
Drifting into a place where words are kind...
My eyes close in hopes of a peaceful night...
In a dream that spills into my morning light...
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