Nothing I Dream Comes True
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Shalom Freedman
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NOTHING I DREAM COMES TRUE
Nothing I dream comes true.
The poems are written.
The world goes on.
This is the paradox:
The mind for me
Without which there is nothing else.
Will disappear.
So great to myself
So nothing to everyone else.
Except a few loved ones, perhaps.
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