Empty pages strewn on my bed
You robbed me of my words too!
Today I am spent, my coffers are empty
There’s nothing of value I can give!

We are strangers again today,
Passing by eachother as life moves on,
The caravan of our dreams disbanded,
They now entertain someone else!

Do you think dreams rot too?
Moistened by tears, fodder for maggots
Maybe there’s something left in there
Take it! Fertilize your new garden.

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