Coming Loose

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Early Years

 

 

 

There must be an end to this


 

It can not remain forever


 

Even nightmares end in morning

 

 

 

 

There must be an end to this


 

I can not hold on to dreaming much longer


 

Dreams are fragile and slippery


 

Any day now one may come loose


 

And I will fall….fall….


 

Faltering is not desired,


 

Sanity is somewhat higher


 

Dreaming will not do.

 

 

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