River's snowy banks
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Quiet sad dreams.
Small dark path of water,
Icy hostile landscape –
My dreams finally revealed.
Snow drifts –
Dirty city walls.
I'm coming home.
I'm gonna see her again.
Just to hear how she talks my life
Everything she says is wonderful
All those things I can't explain
She makes it sound a good life.
Like a mother praising her son.
That's what a therapist is for.
(1 good, 2 average, 1 bad. not telling which is which.)