another brandnew poem, enjoy 
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I wonder, what your dreams are made of
I wonder where you go
If there’s a sunny beach and hot, moist air
If it’s a city, a jungle or if you don’t even care
As long as you are free
I wonder if you dream of the same things as me
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I’ll tell you what my dreams are made of
I’ll tell you stories untold
We’re lying in a tent of childhood dreams together
And as you touch my hand
Our dreams unfold
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Into a dazzling, glistening waterfall
Into a jungle wet with rain
Into a rainy, darkened alley
Where we go down shot
Howling with pain
As as your body presses down upon mine
Your breath becoming shallow with escaping life
You look into my eyes and smile
“Tell me what you’re dreaming of, Mylady”
I hear you whisper as the Reaper’s embrace tightens
“I dream of you, Mylord, of you alone
For you are everything my dreams were ever made of”
so lovely…