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By Leila Clark

2nd: Silent Words of A Vision

Last night in my slumber

My eyes began to twitch

My mouth began to mumble

My visage began to switch

I had sunk into a vision

An ocean-deep dream

Where my teeth were my eyes

And my tears scorned release

For how is a mouth able to weep?

So now I am left

Smiling in my sleep


 

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