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Valenzuela City

Corporate Account Manager

Dying Shadows Dance Silently falling asleep To the sound of My own voice, The room is dimly lit And there are visions Of you in my mind... There is a hushed warmth But also Bitter cold, Dying shadows dance Softly upon my wall Like puppets.... And the shivers, They run down my spine In whispers of a Noiseless ghost, I see illusions Of painted bears And silk wings, Autumn leaves And prancing things... Unicorns dance softly Through my dreams A ballerina figure Capers across As but a memory... The room is old And dimly lit I know this place I recognise this... Dancing bears And paper hearts Float away, Tearing apart... Illusions and dreams Neve