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And in the midst of slumber I am awakened. Dreams of shadowy figures seep thru my brain and torture me with fear. ~ Charlotte Anselmo ~
Dreams My dreams are made of crazy stuff I marvel at my mind Floating colors, bright and wild Where do these things I find? People floating in and out Unknown faces some of these And when awakened from my dream My memory they tease. What causes these strange dreams of mine Is it something that I ate? Perhaps that hot fudge sundae I did eat it rather late. ~ Charlotte Anselmo ~
But....then
again, sometimes I
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