05/05/'25
I dreamt about you this morning.
We were with our your friends. You still had your long hair tied back.
We still shared the same awkwardness.
You're not who I remember anymore.
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Author:
vic. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: a diary entry
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Congratulations on being able to fill diary pages to purpose! In lieu of that and armed with the necessity of composing a fresh stanza daily too many years ago, I've a ridiculous collection of said stanzas. Thank you for sharing this pretty number beautifully rendered to effect with a haunting poignancy.
So sad, change is a constant and sometimes it does not happen simultaneously with two people. Lovely
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