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My Dream

These white clouds seen by my own,

that is real.

No imitated saying, nor stolen analogy.

It’s so real I can’t hide behind anything,

scream up into the sky.

Shoot it into the sky far and wide,

exploding from an expansion inside.

This is my dream and it’s so real it stings.

No one wants to talk about my dream, and so I won’t tell anybody,

but the day I see that pain and smile,

I don’t know anything better down here in the dirt.

I’ve seen the best skies from the tops of mountains.

Climb.

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