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Dreamt

I asked the old man, "What age are you in dreams?" The man, now 93, said "19" In dreams we create scenes From our own archeives For better or worse In terror and triumph They are inside our minds I can see myself how I want to be I can see things they can't see But, Lo! The horrors I have Are just as great
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Apr 1, 2011
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