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The mist of the seais breath to meits air that flowswas born the beat of my heart
My soul driftseven as it shipspulled by the waves of saudadeLongingunbearable to endureI bury my dreams in its sandsleeping for eternity where -
Postcards from a thousand dreamsby Dixie Dawn 25 lines, 22 comments, on May 19 9:16 AM. In Contest, past life, portugal, lisbon, travel, time travel, saudade, life, dream
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