at the cemetery of dreams
buried but
not achieved
their dead
soul rises at night
to haunt my
existence
and remind
those good memories
something i
added on the fabric
something i
penned on the paper
remain
unforgettable
and I find
myself reeling and mourning
days turned
to nights
and nights
turned to days
with no sign of goodbye
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