MY UTOPIA OF THOUGHT It holds no special room or place, it voids out descrimination, gender & race. My memories are a sacred weave of thought, that holds my dreams which cant be caught. My dreams fly high on the daylight sky, with thoughts of you in my head. Soaring make me feel so free, and for excellence i strive, But, it is my utopia of thought that makes me feel so alive.MELISSA
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