of what remains.

I’ve become the remains
of what I thought
a beautiful dream.

A dream so old and cold.
A dream so far from home but so close to me

A memory way deep inside
of me, so unfamiliar
it’s become a dream.

A dream so long ago
even I’ve forgotten it.

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