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Dream Time

the man wept openly all over his shirt he could feel the tension built up in his nerves at any moment the hangman would politely ask him to wear a noose and slip off his soul by the wayside how did things get so complicated his fate belonging to the crowds of jeering onlookers he realized that if he prayed hard enough he could make himself faint and all his feelings would be submerged somehow he literally disappeared and found himself a room of lit candles in an empty space of his mind.

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Date: 1/26/2016 5:07:00 PM
Chantelle, I like your poem. I wrote one called "Conscience" almost just like this but I have not nor will I not post it now
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