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Dream Wasted

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Burnt Ember Leaves play like a melancholic sonnet in my chest. 
A wistful bereavement is knocking beneath my eyelids as the ‘English Fall’ leans wearily in my thought ravaged head.

The English Fall whispers:
"A dream once green has aged to a vintage cream.
I fear, the color is almost faded…
Neglect has seduced a dream into nothingness.
Oh, I was such a splendid dream.
Such a dream I was and now I shall be wasted.”

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