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Inconsequential
And so it's done
That dream I saved
I cherished and nurtured
Fed the best parts of me
Now dried up and decaying
Crumbling like flaky pastries
The color all gone
Now grey and dusty
Like cobwebs in corners
Of long forgotten rooms
Like dirt on windows
No one has looked through
The feeling I had
All diminished and dead
No longer a heartbeat
O...
Tuesday 9th April 2024 1:00 am
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