Extended Dreaming 5-24

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2004

Time slowly passes

In this silly thing called school

I don't understand

So we are learning

That is what we're to believe

I don't believe it

I spend time dreaming

What a beautiful thing, ey

Life spent far away

But of what you ask

I dream of different things

But most of all you

Such a pretty thing

Is the heart inside of one

Reality not

Yet in the spirit

Of a little thing called love

We all go crazy

Not knowing ourselves

At least not this new person

We are different now

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Once again, this is a new sort of poem, and if you could figure it out.. tell me! (Hint, look at the name!)

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