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Dream Cryer
Some times when I cry the sound can not escape
Like the screams from a prey coiled by a snake
I try to release the anguish and I try to vent the pain
but the clouds of my emotions refuse to exude the rain
As I gasp for the wind that has already left
The squeeze from the serpent tightens with every breath
But only in my dreams can my tears be released
and the sadness in my heart can finally sense the peace
Copyright ©
John Castro
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