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in a room that couldn’t remember
his name
in the middle of a thousand dreams
that he never had
he woke up to a late morning sun

while on a street where he lived
the voices of laughing children
in the shadows of of weeping
after someones broke the music

turning tomorrow into another today
looking for healing without scars
while desperate wears a disguise
in a constant pursuit of happiness
with no clue to how happiness runs
from the chased by illusions

John Trudell
Poet Tree Publishing

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