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dreams


they come to  in the night

 sometimes in the day

they are full of fright 

 they send  messeges in a mysterious way

 they speak to in  ways you never heard

 I never knew dreams could be so absurd

 so scary and true

darkness surronds you  

sometimes they are just weird  or good

like you a gurl with a beard or saved the day like robin hood

i hate to tell that dreams are not like that 

 mostlt becuse they have been crushed and broken with a bat

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