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Dec 2020
I used to dream,
Of beautiful greens.

Crazy adventures,
That I would venture.

Rolling sunsets
That never made me upset.

But...

Those days are gone,

Now I sleep,
With a black sheet,

Covering up,
All my dreams.

As if shielded,
From the slumber.

Then I wake,
Only to ponder.

On what could have been.
Written by
David  M
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