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Poetry
KaZ Akers

Dreams

Dreams, our penultimate lifeline. Small dreams. Big dreams. Everything dream in between. Dreams appear as thunder and lightening. As a rhythmic clock ticking. They follow

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Poetry
KaZ Akers

Marauding My Dreams

Never stopped being in love with what we were. A memory. a fantasy, So long ago. Years and places and people ago. Roads diverged after

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