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Dreams
Dreams.
Small white orbs glowing brightly
In every nook and cranny.
They dance in my palms and flutter away when I grab at them.
Dreams.
Dreams for every soul,
some answered, others standing by.
Never disappearing,
but faithful to their master.
I had dreams of my own
until reality came crashing down.
I was never meant to have dreams.
I realize now that dreams are myths
and life itself is not kind.
Claire Y. Hong (2018)
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