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In a field of brokens dreams
I wander lost inside of me I see the faded memories Their twisted visage mocking me In a field of broken dreams I wander lost inside of me I spy a patch of unbroken green It's lush life calling me In a field of broken dreams I wander lost in search of me In the heart of growing green There blooms a new dream for me |
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Beautiful hangman
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hmmmm one of these days Im gonna write a poem, most likely about cat
hairballs or something... ![]() |
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Thanks....
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what????
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Dreams sometimes hold the keys to some of the most emotional and unknown
existance of our inner self,,, Really nice Hangedman,, |
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nothing Gypsy.....just my mood.....don't let it get to you
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May you find your dreams and may it be all that you desire..nicely
written Hanged Man |
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Thaks LA....
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Thanks souls
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beautiful i have to say i love it darling.
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Thanks Ice....
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