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by John Dlyan Boone BABY Jan 22, 2012 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Here I lie sleeping, He come's in a dream, Warn's me to be cautious, Say's their here for me, I asked who he said you, The memories of you, They come to harm you, I say what can i possibly do, Erase your pain's for this is the only way, To be freed it will cost, For your brain shall be erased, All known will be lost, Such a tribute is risky, But if it be my only way, I shall erase my life, Erased but remember someday, For all things will always be remember.