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the art of dreaming (screaming) (Free verse) by brazen

no dream comes alive as reality ascends to life the wall has toppled over leaving me gasping for breath a world spinning on the head of a nail being slowly driven into the stud compulsively confused I become fighting thoughts back with a shudder those soles are worn thin walking across the barron Earth that soul was worn thin being so dragged into death The One told me this was real lies, opinions, fantasy The One helped me to peel truths, facts, reality The One was me?

Bachus 2-Sep-02/5:38 PM
alright...change the title to "the art of dreaming (screaming), and change "ground" to 'stud'...and "pound" to 'shudder' ...change the word "the" to "no" and vice versa...to create a more courageous approach to a poem that's been written 5 million and twenty eight third times. change the word "my" to 'that'..trust me...oh and switch "birth" and "death" also...this is your editor speaking...if you don't make these changes i will not be held accountable to the damages rendered.a




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