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2 poems·Since July 2015
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Endless Dream

July 9, 2015
In the darkest room rests the purest girl Like an ancient tomb like a quiet world She's got dark brown hair and the most innocent eyes But that's not her, it's just her disguise And you'll never meet this little girl Because tonight is the night she leaves this world With a knife in her hand; scattered pills at her feet You sit there and wonder what death she'll meet To take a painful road and smile through it all Or take the easy way out and just fall In an eternal sleep this pure girl stays Because an angelic boy came and took her breath away And the way he smiled, he must have somehow knew That she had taken his breath away too So as they lay together on separate floors it may seem In their minds, however, their holding hands in an endless dream
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