I am -
at a point where I hesitate to crack
my old journal entries Open - for Fear
that I will find within its pages
the dilapidated dusting of Dreams
I have Not fulfilled
or worse -
to Not find the personal constellation of once-believed-Visions
because I'd once-or-twice forgotten
to write them down.
(I confess that I run around with a constant fear that I will lose my heart and hopes in this city.)
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