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I like to think 

that if our friends;

sometimes the closest people in our life,

can see us for our soul.

Then so can others. 

Walking through the college greens 

On a warm night

Some random song stuck in my head

Playing on repeat once again

Smelling the new flowers blooming 

In the garden near my favorite picnic table

What about the dreamers 

who stare up at the stars 

What about the dreamers 

whose hopes shimmer like sparklers in the night 

What about the dreamers