Among the things at the water's edge.
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Dream Place - 12 May 22
Along the strand line
A dream washed up
Left in a place
Where things are
Often forgotten
Abandoned
To the vagaries
Of the tide
Sad remains
Of a once loved
Dream
Unrembered
Lying in the fragments
Of the seaweed
Walk away
It is not your dream
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How many things once had meaning.
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