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Mar 2012
This dream is engrained
Every detail and movement
I see her and I cower at the thought
Why did i dream that?
Why did i think of her?
I barely know her.
This dream gives me pain
I never want that
I will never tell about my nightmare
this torturous thought
this heart ripping, souless idea.
Written by
Watson Meyer
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