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Dream Sonnet 2
These are the panics why I doubt what's true.
Escaped a beast, we race towards eastern dusk
Bullets won't hurt me, my manner so brusque
Jaws and claws fight me, but never get through.
Her mages ne'er had the chance to respond,
Killed by a quarter, string, and golden ring
So many terrors a small girl can bring,
Just floating within that Stygian pond.
My dream world shows me as quite heroic.
I'll tame the Darkness but it doesn't quit,
So how could I want these terrible fates?
The evil and destitute makes one sick.
Still there's a part I, protesting, admit
I want to sleep, to dream these dreams so great.
poem
by
D.M.L. Catseye
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