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When It's gone

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Those dreams I was born with.
Those overgrown thorns.
Impeded my ventures and softened the blows.
But still in my mind those feelings inside.
Could not but venture deep into my eyes.
A word of forgiveness for all I had born.
It was because of my dreams all these ties were torn.
And so I leave dreams and fantasias behind.
To pursue another dream that is truly mine.
Born of concrete jungles and Freudian slips.
And aching with pious sacrificial drips.
On my tongue lined with silver for when I finally say.
That my heart is only as heavy as the love I hide away.
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