Dreams of every eye is differ
In sense of feelings, emotions, passions,
Each one has a fever
Fever of coming true
And becoming flawless
They are stupid too
Mixture of many foolish wishes
Of endless length and breath too
They broader then your thinking
And deep like human sinking
So I m a doctor for them
I teach them to be in boundaries’
And not to be in centuries
But they run
Make me run after them
For declaring me fail
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