Fri, 09/30/2016 - 16:28 -- Tcombs

Somewhere customary and serene 

Disturbance of none 

Except the existance of a dream 

One feels free, yet alone 

In a state of mind where emotion is expressed 

And freedom is grown

Relaxation, a sign of relief

A place in time where minds are at ease 

No stress involved, worries fade

Sleep is something beautiful 

Within yourself is where the magic is made

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