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Believe it or not, I come hear with random words.Dreams take over.Lightscape shines.

My own little thing.Just a taste.Simple compliment to the meal.

Early night, restless sleep.Memory, just the scent.You?

You shared a song.Only a couple decades before me.Now, for a bit, I walk.Listening to the words, only from memory."Take a walk on the wild side."

Not my wordsEvery moment silent scream.Ignore that.How can I help express your dreams?

Part of it.Rest.Momentary pause, observingAgain, I move.Passing along a lie.always in motion.

While you sleep,I can't tuck you in. only from a distance, I give a kiss.

It has been done before.Phrase of words are tattered.Themes well worn, memories stay.Keep the memory, glance amongst us is enough.

Each so dear Trying to ..... Grasp? Eyes turned red too many years passed too quickly gone Smile, life longer than the sand

Flame shared in a glance Will to create Now, which story to be shared