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Oct 2012
I wonder aloud:
When a dreamer dies,
What happens to their dreams?

A man replies: 
They float away, into nothing.

I ask : 
What if they die in their sleep?
He replies, with a face of stone:
The dreams become nightmares
Then they come true.


We're all just that
Remnants of a dreamers nightmare
Pieces that, they'd wish to disappear
We're all just manifestations 
Of their over active brains
Dreams that came true
When we were supposed to fade.


I ask, with oceans swimming in my eyes: 
What if they never go to sleep?

He turns toward me and turns into something you'd never believe.
Kamille Elizabeth
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Kamille Elizabeth  22/Michigan
(22/Michigan)   
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