Dream’s End

Once upon a dream ago

Amid a cycle of suffering

Your high regard lit me a glow

However soon be my undoing

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Your virtue was pure, your habits true

Or at least before you shone through

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The image you create slowly begins to fall

Evidence gathering of the forgotten

Birthdays, anniversaries, events and all

The truth becomes a bandage of cotton

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The cycle has ended, the gap has closed

My choice is made, the truth arose

I know now whose virtue was true

Only now time will lessen you

November 24, 2013 Sunday Wordle # 136