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Wednesday, 1 February 2017

[Poem] Bridges of Dreams

What if you'd burned the bridges 
Where fame and fortune awaited? 

And life turns its pages, 
Leaving you alone and scared. 

In a spot colder than icicles, 
Wishing for time to be stilled. 

Watch the sun spill over edges 
Lazily, burning dreams to the ground.

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