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Getting ready for another night at work,
He braves himself for another night in hell.
He went to their room to bid goodbye to his wife.
She asked, "Won't you kiss our daughter goodbye as well?
"
He looked at the space beside his wife. It was empty. He carressed her cheek lovingly and just smiled, "Have a sweet dream." He stood up and went to the door. As he closed it, he whispered,
"We never had a child."
-closing curtains-
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Dreams
Poesía"People are haunted the most by those that don't exist, because they chose to believe." A Lullaby of Woe inspired poetry rizz.
