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Poetry
Kaz Cruse 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 Cruse Akers

This.

The setting sun as a backdrop. The brilliant red, pink, orange painted across the sky. Lying tip the hill In the cool grass. Warm air,

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