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B A D  D R E A M

Gloomy days, cold air
Grey skies, and dull stares

The park, the balloon guy
The bench where sat you and I

Frustrated faces, talking
My eyes full of tears as you're leaving.

I chase you but you're too far
I realize it's late and look up to see stars

I cry all the way home
Feeling lonesome

I then open my eyes
To find out that we didn't say our goodbyes

I look at your sleeping figure and beam
When I realize it was just a bad dream.

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Written on: December 17, 2019