Don’t let it float away. It comes only once every hundred years.
He walks this end of the world rue to sell the women silken tickets.
Sometimes he goes to the vacant lots where no shadows can spy on him,
Sitting down to rest from the claws of his insides.
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ill say dreams come true for thouse with luck i know my dream came true now i whant to hellp others come true... good poem keep wrighting