the cracks in my pavement
lines of which
lay broken
crisscrossing patterns
are hidden within
dreams turn into memories
though the stars may fall
I’ll be there
to catch them all
the cracks in my pavement
lines of which
lay broken
crisscrossing patterns
are hidden within
dreams turn into memories
though the stars may fall
I’ll be there
to catch them all
Thought provoking.
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Great sentiments.
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