Those Dreams

Those dreams, it seems
They slipped.
Simply slipped silently, and unnoticed
Through my fingers.

Those dreams, it seems
They faded.
Fluently faded fast, and unnoticed
To where no one finds.

Those fears, it appears
Replaced them.
Rebelliously replaced then rapidly, not unnoticed,
But I can’t save them now.

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