While I slept I wrote the poem
I had it memorized repeated it over and over
Told myself get up and write it down
My eyes would not open
I must wake and grab my pen and paper
Morning will come and I will have forgotten
But I kept dreaming and repeating the poem
Now it's gone
Hiding in my subconsious
No where to be found
Not coming to the surface
Come back to me lovely words
~jz
~jz
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