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Nov 2022
Its a small dream
kisses and pancakes
laughs and kids on my shoulders

its a small dream
hands held on
dreary wet Sunday mornings

a dream,
so close
dying with each breath

a small token
a dear word
a dying breath...

a dream of
forever
of tomorrow,
of maybe

a future.
Jay G
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Jay G
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