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daydreaming saved me
when I was a friendless child
I have forgotten
how to fill my dreams with life
all seems sterile and barren
~cie~
prompted
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Blimey that's a good one. Circular yet three dimensional.
ReplyDeleteTime to start dreaming again.
ReplyDeleteNice tanka!
ReplyDeleteChildren have the art of daydreaming down to t 't', Cara. The best escape.
ReplyDeleteA lump in my throat after reading this...
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