In Dreams 90
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In dreams, I walk along dark, silent streets.
I'm chilled to the bone, as I continue
On my way. The air is eerily still.
High above in plagued night skies of sorrow,
The stars are fading from view. Purest light
Is buried underground. It seems to me
That it will take slow, troubled centuries
To dig it up again. Time splutters out
An abyss. Love is frozen at the heart
Of winter. Everything is winter here.
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