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new year’s eve poem


It’s hard to wait and look anew
I sense there’s something more
Reborn and scoured from the death
I know now
But things are different
I wonder often
How she knows I am alone
But still there is change
And still there is another;
Why is it that we can’t understand something so simple.
Put on your pajamas and get ready for bed
Dreams are waiting there.
What dreams? They don’t come true,
They leave me tired and longing.

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