Colliding two different places
Hardly to distinguish real,
Catching up for phrases
Still hardly to steal...
Keeping an eyes close
Until new places come,
That hardly to lose
Wanting to be home...
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Poetry of Dreams
Hear Me. See Me.
I can clearly hear you, Yet, I am deaf on my own, I can clearly see you, Yet, I am blind on my own. Deaf on my own voice, I only listen to...
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