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remember too, that:
For each flower that
peeks through
the sidewalk cracks
there are beds of withered could-haves
and broken stalks
of forgotten dreams.
For each flower that
peeks through
the sidewalk cracks
there are beds of withered could-haves
and broken stalks
of forgotten dreams.
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A continuation of this wonderful work by trembling-knees.
This was not meant to demean her work in any way. It is just a reaction.
This was not meant to demean her work in any way. It is just a reaction.
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The world has enough forgotten dreams, I prefer the smiles
For when you learn that forgotten dreams has pushed us miles
For the dirt that's cold beneath your feet, heaped in piles
It grows the flowers and the weeds and covers the world like tiles
was made from forgotten flowers, weeds, and lost styles
For when you learn that forgotten dreams has pushed us miles
For the dirt that's cold beneath your feet, heaped in piles
It grows the flowers and the weeds and covers the world like tiles
was made from forgotten flowers, weeds, and lost styles