I dream of you
I scream for you
I do not mean to
No
I do not
My love misplaced
My poetry misspelled
I have not written truly ever
No
I have not
The days are monotonous
They drag by so slowly
I wonder if ever
If I'll ever be free again
Free
To find love
To find myself
To live constantly
In the pursuit of
My dreams
Of love
Of every thing
I thought I knew
But
In reality
Had no clue
Of
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