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| I actually found this a few days ago in a lost journal of mine. Apparently it was hiding away. "Dreams" was written over three pages. Three drafts. One in paragraph form. One in this poem form. Then another one with edits, add ons, etc. Basically, as it says, they're my dreams. |
| I've seen the sunrise. I've seen the sunset. I've seen farms grown vertically into the sky. Rocks worn as skiis. Horses flying without wings. I've seen the devil's face revealed to me. I've seen the light of God as he spoke to me. I've seen firey hawks land on my arm. Moths and butterflies hatched out of eggs. The future is dark, full of fear and hate. Don't believe me? I've seen it. I've felt it all. And I've woken from each one. |
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