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Why Dream?
Quite frankly,
I can't remember you.
You who calls himself by the name of Dream.
I can't remember what you look like,
or even when I saw you.
To me, Dream.
You are nothing,
Nothing but the past.
Though, Dream.
Why did you not give me such fond memories.
such fond memories, like no other?
Why can I only remember your sister, Nightmare,
whose memories are engraved into my sleep?
Why could you not engrave your memories, Dream,
the way your sister does so often?
One day, Dream.
We'll meet again and I will remember you.
I will remember you, Dream,
just like I remember your sister.

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8 months () (Permalink)youre a good poet that poem was really good
hi my name is peter ive been a cutter and ive been picing at my scabs for 5 years now but im trying to stop my outlet is listing to music just message me if you want to chat
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Thank you very much.
7 months () (Permalink)Thank you very much.
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Well thank you sweetie. It's
1 year () (Permalink)Well thank you sweetie. It's meant to be interpreted by the reader. Thanks for the comment!
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I love this.
1 year () (Permalink)I love this poem, I love what you're saying, or what I think you're saying, but I'm not sure I understand it. I love it though. I just. Wow.
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