Stone - Poem by Carolyn Vuletic
I remember it well, like it was yesterday, but it really never happened
almost like a dream, more vivid less vague
can you feel it now?
it's almost gone
hear or there, but closer, each time it's called
wait, just stay a little longer, we can play poker and talk like we once did?
dive into tomorrow with me, trust me, it's going to be ok, like it used to be
I promise to find myself, and tell you what she's like
She might be rather odd
But it's ok, when you look at her that way
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