
flimsy, starting to like.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy - Words: 75 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 06-30-08 - id: 2539069
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i dreamt of a life where we could fly with the birds.
i dreamt of a shore filled with skipping stones.
the skies were as blue as your eyes when i met you.
everyone was happy, you could tell by their tones.
we floated there, standing mid-air,
and sat down on our velvet bound thrones.
then, right then i awoke, precisely at three.
you and i fell and sunk into that deep blue sea.
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