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Sweet Dreams

Poetry By: katrina soroya

One persons nightmare is another's fantasy.

Submitted:Aug 18, 2008    Reads: 85    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   

The red is running down my arms,
The flesh is turning blue and black,
The pills are chocking down my throat,
The screams are dead deep inside,
And still I wake up smiling.


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