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On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.
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At Some Point
I need to descend into my soul
Not so much to act as to admit
To myself my dreams,
While beautiful,
Are only dreams
To understand
That to be lovable
Can never be the same
As being loved and held close
So my dreams jut into the fog
Like a cape into the sea
Serenely powerful
Yet at the point
Alone
Not so much to act as to admit
To myself my dreams,
While beautiful,
Are only dreams
To understand
That to be lovable
Can never be the same
As being loved and held close
So my dreams jut into the fog
Like a cape into the sea
Serenely powerful
Yet at the point
Alone
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