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by W.D. Nelson

Created on: April 21, 2008

Napping I see Satan's dancing dolls of hope
as they hang grotesquely suspended from the wires of broken dreams
dreams of what once were but are no more

As I open my eyes to the new day, I throw cold water upon my face
the cold water of truth, awakening my senses to the tone of things as they are,
things that I try to evade, yet which cling to my soul like dusty cobwebs
in an old run down mansion
which has seen better days

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