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Nov 2020
Last night,
I dreamt of love
And how I wished it would be
Not a whisper in the willows nor a cool breeze
Through pecan trees
But a rumbling roar in the silence of a scream
I dreamt of happiness not serene or angelic
Just obnoxious, coarse, and rude
A scream.
Being Esther
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Being Esther
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   Bogdan Dragos
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