Dreamed of mother, my melanie
Her verbatim from actual events
She was giving me back rings I'd made
Stained glass and silver
I like to look at them, they sparkled new
Perhaps they matched some clothing
Just bought or could shop for
The entire dialogues replayed
7 or 8 rings here, you should sell them
I like them but you need them
She didn't need costume jewelry
I got it, get it
They tarnished, brand new they'd pop
People would remark on them
They tarnished and sit in window sills
Or houseplants or the sock drawer
It was our dynamic
Perennially short of breath but ready to go shop or dine
Optimistic but apocalyptic
The sunny side of the apocalypse
Makes even timeworn trinkets shine
At least next to dusty houseplants
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