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Dreams are what we often desire or fear
Thoughts are those that is still there
Floating and boucning

You are a dream
A dream that is so fragile that whipser may shatter
I hold on

Slipping, sliding and fighting
I try to push forward
Behind me there is a hole
Dark, fierce as the fire

Making me slip, turn and search for a hand to help
It must be out there somewhere
Where darkness isn’t the master
©2005-2009 ~Sasch
:iconsasch:

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This is a very poor attempt of me.

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