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Dreams are among the stars In sight, but out of reach Til one falls, shooting fire. Seeing this must then teach The law of desire
My thoughts are too loud to not let out, But I don't know what to write about, the rhymes spout but they all sound the same, they fall from the clouds where my soul hides,
Buffeted by the impurtuity of the wise, and thought a fool for false reasons-- who is to say that a man is not himself capable for his own short comings?
I love to read I CAN'T READ