On the beach I would play with these loved kids of mine
Making castles and sundials to teach about time
But Khronos has never been that kind to me
As the mother does always come take them and flee.
And when from this nightmare I start to awake
Enraged that my kids, she callously did take
A sadness starts to build and grow in my heart
As I realise the mother and kids weren't real from the start.
And so with the morning I do try to go on,
A well in my stomach, that nothing and everything,
Has gone.
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