how many dreams
how many dreams can you put in a jar how many ghosts can you catch how many waves can you count in your sleep how many more will it fetch cry to the moon not to loosen its' hold into the void we shall drift awaken us Morpheus from the landscape you weave I know not a curse from a gift
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Deckard
I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...
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