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“The Dreamfence kittens wait to jump into my dreams each time I visit heaven they jump over a dreamfence red clouds are ready for loving as I love my love paints my cats our minds are somehow stuck together as we dream together of our own heaven amd after tjeu cir; i[ inside my sweater we knit our own heavens.”

Quote by Akiane Kramarik

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Akiane Kramarik
Akiane Kramarik

Akiane Kramarik is a talented poet born on July 9, 1994. Her poetry is known for its profound emotions and unique perspective, which has won her a dedicated following. more

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