- Erotic Poetry
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Dreams are etheral, mere illusions of the mind, on a cold, starry night....
They pass without value like a
sunless, joyless day of a summer afternoon...
And we fall prey to these demons of the night, we may cry our biiter tears for the loss of our dreams and fondest hopes, yet I have a dream that i can hold in my arms.....a beautiful dream with warm loving passions and a wonderous smile, to make me whole once more
One which i can pass whispers into his ears, and let him know that sometimes admist this sad little world dreams do come true.......
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