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Oct 2016
A little daydreamer sits up in bed. A nightmare again.
Little daydreamer whispers to her loyal walls.
"I had a scary dream." Little daydreamer sighs.
"I had become a Lion. I had grown up a little. I even fell in love. I had hope."
Little Daydreamer shivers in disgust.
"At least it was just a dream."
Is this is?
Sadness is all I know.
You are all I know, sweet Daydreamer.
Astra Zenneth
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Astra Zenneth
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     Doug Potter and Astra Zenneth
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