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I awoke with the scream
still caught in my throat
the terror now waning,
lifting from my half awake brain
like the overnight fog
meeting the first rays of sunlight
the image now but a haze
of memory and scattered thought
the morning air crisp and clear
like ice on my sweat soaked skin
just a dream
it was just a dream
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a clear conscience is a sure sign of a fuzzy memory
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