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DREAMS ABATE,
HOPES DEFLATE,
PEOPLE ARE IRATE,
YET I AM SEDATE.

DISSOCIATE,
SEPARATE,
THEN REMUNERATE,
AFTER YOU BERATE.

IT IS LATE,
MUST VACATE,
THIS USELESS DEBATE,
MUST YOU CONTEMPLATE?

NO, PLEASE WAIT,
IT’S MY FATE,
I WILL SUFFOCATE,
JUST, TRY TO RELATE.

DREAMS ABATE,
HOPES DEFLATE.

Copyright ©2002
Tami L. Andreasen Bennett

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