Dreams Of A Dieing Man
Sometimes dreams are slow and steady.
It is as if they are making sure ready.
Making sure you can handle that moment when they come true.
Sometimes they grab a hold of you.
They speak of never letting go.
And with the last breath of this man he said I did it.
And he died happier then most.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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