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Cemetery of Dreams

at the cemetery of my dreams buried but not achieved their dead Souls rises at night to haunt my existence and remind those good dreams something i added on the fabric something i penned on the paper remained unforgettable and i find myself reeling and mourning days turned to nights and nights turned to days with no sign of goodbye

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