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Mar 2018
I miss the days of innocence
When all I knew were scuffed up knees
And fantasies read as bedtime stories

Laughter came easily
And tears dried as soon as they crept
Down my reddened cheeks

You sang me lullabies
and the fireflies brightened the night's sky
As we dreamt of tomorrow's dawn

But tomorrow came too soon
And forget dawn, it's already noon
As I lay in this empty bed
Full of regrets
Written by
Morgan Brehilt
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