Dreams

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Dreams

Dreams are memories in my head of events left inside
I can touch the sky in my dreams because I can fly if you know what I mean
I try to dream a lot why? 
Because they always fade away going by by

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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