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Jul 2010
A dream fell out
and slithered on the floor
as I slept against the tipping moon

It decided to run
supposedly away from
the fear within my mind

I remember the image
t'was innocent enough
with singing and dancing

So why leave
it dreaded the hatred
I bear for everything

****** dream catcher
useless in the capture
of my lovely land

My head is filled with smoke
the fear and hatred
and I hurt until the light
Natasha Yount
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Natasha Yount
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