Sweet Dreams

Dreams used to be sacred
a place where you were free.
But the darkness came
and shattered so that you couldn't believe.

It came and swept away
all of those old thoughts.
It came and dragged them out
until they were all lost.

Dreams never last
but I guess that's fine.
Because neither do you
or I.

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