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Jun 2015
It's just a dream
Where the demons sing
All through the night
To wake me from my sleep
I wander through the night  
Figuring out where the noises ring  
Half asleep and just as scared
As I wonder what lead me to these
Broken stairs
I begin to fear
The noises around me growing faint
It's just me
Trying to make it up these stairs
The American Dream
With its broken steps  
How will I make it to the top
With the noises surrounding my
Every thought
As I climb
They begin to scream
Avoiding holes but hitting cracks
No one to hold
Because every individual
Is on their own.
Miss E
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Miss E
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   Mark Parker and Rapunzoll
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