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Tuesday, July 15, 2014

A POEM FROM MY JOURNAL.

Tired hearts, hearts a float.
Late night hearts
And all my hopes, are sinking down a river.

Diamonds and glistening streams.
Are not at all what they seem
They're empty images , they're make-believe...
And you always seem to believe.
It's your quick escape to a dream.

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