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A dream of hidden death,
squeezing out the ember years.
Embedded in her flowers ~
dripping, drenched in nectar tears.
And now, the dream of a dying soul;
Confined. A trembling heart of tears.
Working hard~so very hard
for only a memory of wasted years?
Erotic debt and a laughing lie
and in the dreams of yesteryear~
visions of happiness and wonderment,
reality whispers, "Did anyone care?"
Blacker days emerge and draining worth.
Painful living calls to die.
A pathetic soul dared to dream.
Forever in the dream I cry.
