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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 21, 2017

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Submitted: July 21, 2017



Light has lost it's light and it's rays are a bit darker now. 

While I look through the wind trying to find my dreams. 

I understand that my fantasies can leave me with doubts.

We feel and deal our needs without thinking about our hearts.

While at the same time

Blinded by our own eyes and the obvious can not bee seen. 

Built before our lives begun and taught to us as history.

Desperation to know the truth and desperation for victory. 

A realm in time separated by lines to keep a secret mystery. 

My vision of this place is something like when lighting hits. 

Realizing half truths are only lies and faked to make us sit. 

Which for most directs a feeling to chanllange our wits .

Clones made by clones that are lost in this deminsions citizenship. 








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