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My sleep is crowded With recurring nightmares Of failing Grade 12 French; Standing naked and exposed; Seeing the one you love Love someone else; The anxiety of an empty back pocket; Swerving cars, Crap falling from planes; The inevitable chase and stumbling Just ahead of the apocolypse. The morning daymare news Is definitely more frightening, The end times more certain.
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Daymares
My sleep is crowded With recurring nightmares Of failing Grade 12 French; Standing naked and exposed; Seeing the one you love Love someone else; The anxiety of an empty back pocket; Swerving cars, Crap falling from planes; The inevitable chase and stumbling Just ahead of the apocolypse. The morning daymare news Is definitely more frightening, The end times more certain.
francie-lynch
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
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