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Sep 9
rises the sun!
lily sits on the edge
wiping dreams
away like crumbs of
the thing-

did i dream?
she likes her early
morning-she says i feel
like happy and
creation..

she thinks of a time
a slice of cake
when she was sad
with out a plate..
with out a home..

no icing
no filling
no where to go..
nothing to do
nothing..

ii

i thought my time
was up-
you know that feeling..

the eye burned
like a betrayed love
a lost mind..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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