I drift to dreams -a memory-
I'm not sure did exist.
A smile of love, a blackened face,
who concurs and insists.

Try to deny -a baffled mind-
to find what's base and true.
A vision of a wishful thought,
or loving eyes from you.

A deeper breath -a final set-
of thought before it fades.
Continue on, the time has come,
to drift and die away.
 
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