once a story was told
a dilema of my inspiration
suffocating deep with desires
devoted wth dire believer
a dream i fell upon under the gravity that pulls in jeep
jeopardy i greet every mornin afternoon and evening
not to mention the night
fresh breeze that mortivates my nostrils
so to balance my naive day
once upon the mountains, high up in mind in the middle derived by oblongata that brings all gathering thoughts
through all my precise thnking
i had a dream
bestowed and salved by thee
my fight
my success
my life, my heart.stamina restored back in my childhood, a dream i always tell i fell upon
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