Fri, 04/15/2016 - 20:15 -- lfauman

Dreams die as people dine with fishes,

Life is sand in an ever-draining hourglass,

To float on murdered wishes

Is laying waste in the mind only to harass,

Flow not, wander on always

And find the soul lost,

Broken dreams shall light ablaze

Only to remain hidden, tossed aside


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Our world
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