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Dreams

If dreams were a food...
Mine would be a buffett.

If dreams were a mood...
Mine would be a toughy.

If dreams were a dance...
Mine would be bump & grind.

If dreams were a chance...
Mine would be the lucky kind.

If dreams were a cocktale...
Mine would be sex on the beach.

If dreams were a fairytale...
Mine would be a cliché.

If dreams were a movie...
Mine would be a thriller.

If dreams were a smoothie...
Mine would be vanilla.

If dreams were a fasion...
Mine would be a crime.

If dreams were a passion...
Mine would be sublime.

iPuss

@iPuss

A kitten that writes? ... Yeaaaah ... Like that would ever happen!

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Comments & Feedback (9)

my dreams are like drugs, they're addictive💉💉

love it

Nice hun 👍❤

@leelee101 @nala416 @Stablish Thanks guys <3

@iPuss no problem

@leelee101 what do u mean hun

@nala416 eh?

@leelee101 u said nice hun what do u mean hun?

Great poem!

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