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Jul 2012
last night i dreamt of ugly

things - bloated toads, broken birds,

and the mangled half-skeleton of

a human body all floating

up my driveway as I tried to flee

and warn my family, but as I turned

I witnessed a hooded man

****** my own father, who fell

in the puddle of slippery bones.
Alexandra Emmalie
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