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What i

What i

I too had a dream
dreaming into my last day

while my mother's hands spoke to me saying come child up here is great ..

as you know 

and I said not now I have to fix things I can't leave

and I came back alive not dying ...as death was awaiting

saying why not ...its time 
and my mother shout out ...leave .....him....leave ...and listen .....or sit in silence .....or be still and be to the next ...

and the loudness of  thinking becomes more difficult to understand 

and no one showed up for the last song

as everyone rejoiced 
into their own......as money 

and at the end he stand up counting down....

asking who is next 
who is......

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