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Forget-Me-Not Dreams

Like a cold winter night I hear thy call my name Little whispers “Come play a little game” The path arises and the pace quickens The faster I run, the harder it is to see The tiny white light at the end of the path I need that forget-me-not I grew closer and reach out I stop running Paralyzed in place I can no longer quicken my pace That forget-me-not is within arms reach Fingers flutter and roam They aren’t mine Death is approaching I gasp as I realized it was all a dream I hop out of bed And take a walk in the garden Holding onto that forget-me-not

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