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Apr 2011
Bathed in the dark
This creature stalks me
I hear it's metal claws
Smell the rancid breath
Feel sweat tickling my back
Stumbling through this fog
Attempting to breathe
Spinning in circles of streets
Hallowed echoes from the stones
Splashing in sticky, red puddles
Blaise, it's morning
I hear this shout
Like a demented whisper
It's time to wake up
Darkness dissipates away
Eyes burst open, filling with light
*Only a dream?
Blaise Tyler Beach
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Blaise Tyler Beach  M/Parma, Ohio
(M/Parma, Ohio)   
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