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My Dream Was Gone
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September 2002 Poetry Sitting with you in the park.
Nothing could be better.
Star gazing at midnight,
in your arms, so warm.
Wishing upon every shooting star,
that this wouldn’t end.
But soon the sun would rise,
the buzzing of the alarm wakes me,
and my dream,
was gone.
~*~ Jill ~*~
