Now sweet dreams seems
few and far between.
Still my own nightmare haunting me.
What have I been?
Rid of anyone to call me "friend."
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2 comments:
i think this poem has been the best one ive read today by far its really good
Oscar
Cade - this is a great poem. It is deep and every word has meaning. Maybe you are a poet in disguise.
Lesli
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