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Post by michaelarchangel on Mar 11, 2005 17:14:30 GMT -5
The Dream
As morning of dawn approaches I look out from the street Working, breathing heavily trying to beat the heat Although its only dawn, and I don’t work til’ five I feel someone breathing down my shirt, someone, A murderer or a spy? As the storming architecture continues On the dear Motherhouse I take one good look and yell out, “Lets finish the stairwells of the house!”<br>So night approaches and I fell a sleep I dream of my future But am dreaming deep “Two years left!”<br>I mutter out As one of the Sisters comes out Covering me up As I prop myself against a chair I suddenly feel like I am the mayor Not knowing who it was I took a glimpse and the rained paused It was the Prioress How could I be so stupid?
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Post by The Goddess Alexia on Mar 11, 2005 22:27:34 GMT -5
I like it. the end confuses me a little bit, thats nothing against you, most of my own work does that. But yes I like it.
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Post by Enchant on Mar 21, 2005 19:18:46 GMT -5
Very nice....was this person able to tell reality from the dream?
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