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Facing the Red Sea
As a child, this reoccurring dream haunted.
When I would run from a monster chasing me
Then he'd reach out to grab, I'd fly undaunted.
As time went by, from those dreams seemed free.
Now knowing it was death, I face the red sea
Of course, as you can tell. I have no idea about stressed and unstressed syllables. LOL
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Sara Kendrick
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