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Naught
I never dreamed,
In my very
Darkest thought,
There would come
A day that was,
Where you
Were not.
In my very
Darkest thought,
There would come
A day that was,
Where you
Were not.
Published 11th Oct 2024
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11th Oct 2024 11:01am
The sadness in your short poem is infinite and impactful.
Perfect minimalism.
Holding you in thought, my friend.
Perfect minimalism.
Holding you in thought, my friend.
18th Oct 2024 5:20am
That's because dreams are an escape from reality. Or vice versa. Who knows! Great descriptive piece of work! Very sad :(
19th Oct 2024 10:27pm
