Lois Aideloje Poems

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Every era dances to unique battles,
Some she wins, others she loses:
Some stick like stigmas, live beyond the epoch,
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A year seems like a decade
Lives look so much like mud
Dreams fail to blossom
Pain seems to flourish
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I am a dreamer. Does it matter if I am a day or night dreamer?
Sometimes, I spend so much time in my thoughts and begin to loss fragments of reality.
Maybe that's why I care less about the voices screaming at me and listen more to the quiet ones within me.
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