Had

Dreams make me sad
Consider approach
My neck, your rope
It’s all I had
My toes your slope
Was I that bad?

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Posted on November 5, 2020November 5, 2020 by PoeEternalPosted in micropoetry, PoeEternal, WritingTagged depression, micropoem, micropoetry, PoeEternal, poem, poetry, sadness, sorrow.

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