galjoen poetry

i should have seen it then

the apathetic tone

when i wish to talk – phone

i was stuck in this den

no way out i can’t win

dreams reality own

i see now what then not

my thoughts belonged to him

this secret i found – gem

broken heart pisces got

ill live my life im taught

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thoughts your name conjure phlegm

.

And that is how it went

The dream i sought long – spent