A Wandering Dreamer’s Words

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She washed her hair on the 3rd of the year,

and as she rinsed the suds down the drain, I heard her say,

"With you go the broken dreams, the unfulfilled wishes, and promises. No longer will you tangle my hopes as I dream."

With scents of roses, and lilacs she started anew,

and then I knew I thought no more of you.

The mind of this writer, is very much like a wandering dreamer, these are the things she’s come up with, some prompted, some not.

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