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Apr 2014
I am the word on the tip of your tongue
But you just can't remember me
I am the eyelash caught in your eye
That you just can't seem to free

I am the whisper in your ear
That you just can't quite catch
I am the bulb you replaced in your fan
That never really matched

I am the carpet under your feet
That you trample unconsciously
I am the dream you have every night
But you never remember me.
My 300th poem, btw.
Mrs Ashley Somebody
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Mrs Ashley Somebody  27/F/No longer wandering :)
(27/F/No longer wandering :))   
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