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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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