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Jul 2014
A vivid dream once I had
When sleep was at its peak
Of demons, dark magic and war
Such horrendous-looking things;
So frightening I couldn't speak.
My eyes did not fly open, though
For a familiar face did I see
And I knew I wanted to fight it out
Just the two of us; you and me.
© Sarah Quinn
07/23/14
Sarah Quinn
Written by
Sarah Quinn  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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