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this is a short one and frankly i think i dreampt more but i can only remember this part.
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Im standing outside my house, on the road. I just stand and watch -unable to move from the spot -as my friends, family, people I love, get stuffed int..
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Prom. That's where me and my friends are going. We're all in an SUV, almost to the school. I look down at my dress, my heart lifting at the sight of i..
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This was not a good dream to have. It was so clear and vivid, it was almost like I was remembering a memory. So I decided to put it in story form and ..
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Were in the middle of the crowded lunch room, me and my friends. As we get up to dump our trays over in the trash can we laugh at something funny, let..
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I decided to cut this dream into different parts because of how long it is. Most of it is from what i remember though i did add quite a few things. so..
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“Lock the door.” He stares back at me but doesn't raise the gun. It remains at his side and not having that barrel pointed at me makes it..
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this is the last part, and by far the most dramatic part. again i cannot control my dreams.
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you may notice that this poem sort of intertwines with my other poem "Masacre" i recomend you read that one first.
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this poem is from the point of view of a native american girl who watches as her family and tribe are killed by raging white people she describes as "..
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