Heaven Mine. A machine in which I travel To places only memories exist They will not fade But become solid form For they are present As am I Not in you’re world Their world Or my world But HIS a place to ignite a loss To rekindle a dream Was it a dream? It is not an imagined realism So clear to see for it was once believed to be reality No. It is a reality that was Wading through sands rich with time Staring into eyes once known Enchanted with those never met A brilliant gloss of euphoria Painted generously into every memorie Heaven?
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