Looking down on empty streets all she can see are the dreams made solid, the dreams made real. All of the buildings, all of the cars were once just a dream in somebody's head. She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam. She pictures the soul, with no leak at the seam. (Lethttps://twitter.com/_adropofred/status/1251586101535551488 …
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It's NOT cheating. I haven't been able to remember the lyrics to my favorite songs for years. But the rediscovery (hearing that song again as if for the first time) can sometimes be sweet.
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